Rowley snowed in

69.In the corner of the vast multiverse, where reality doubles upon itself and time twists around corners, there exists a boy named Rowley. A peculiar child of eleven who was deemed foolish by the standards of most. He cherished a friendship with Darwin, a regularly parched fish but this Darwin was different. Thanks to the multiverse mix-up, he was not the typical thirsty fish he used to be. He was well-hydrated from another universe.

It had been months since the multiverse accident, the absurd happening that introduced the earth to two Rowleys and a Dalek. A Dalek who was on a trajectory of chaos. He attacked them, challenging their existence, marking one of the rare occasions when Rowley was forced to use his brawn over brains.

One fateful November day, Rowley found himself locked in the solemn confines of the detention hall. The reason was nothing short of ridiculous, he had done a big poo on Gymima Fancy Pants' table. Meanwhile, Darwin was under the weight of unfolded layers of catch-up work. The teacher bid them adieu, leaving them encased in the silence of their consequence.

As they delved into their given tasks, magic started to brew outside. Flurries began to dust the ground. Unnoticed by the boys, the snow blossomed, devouring the door with its soft, frosty petals. It was only when the work had run its course did the two ventured to leave, just to find the door caged behind the snow. What could have sparked fear for most was a source of elation for Rowley. A whole weekend of being snowed in at school, what could possibly be better?

As the snow continued to steal the outside world from them, they made the most of their newfound predicament. They embarked on midnight vigils, exploring the eerie school grounds, unsupervised and untouched by the tasks of academia. They rode imaginary cars on GTA5 online on the antiquated computers.

Rowley, always one for bizarre adventures, unearthed an ancient packet of rice, forgotten by time, marked with an expiry date of 1915. Own stomach rumbling with novelty, he ravenously consumed it all.

While Rowley indulged in his surprises, Darwin was on a hunt, looking for a way out from their icy prison. Glasses perched precariously on his nose, the fish diligently poked around, doing everything in his power to secure their escape. But Darwin's pursuits were far from Rowley's mind for he was busy happily slurping toilet water through a straw he had stashed secretly.

Outside, nature intervened. A blur of red and black rolled down the hills. It was none other than Terrence from Angry Birds. He sprinted, gaining momentum, his body flattening out the snow obstructing the door.

Freedom was within reach but not everyone was excited. Rowley's parents arrived to finally take him home, which sparked an epic tantrum. The thought of leaving his precious school haunt horrified him. He wanted to stay, to enjoy the darkened classrooms and the grandeur of the night. He cried, yelled, and stomped for a whooping ten hours.

The story of Rowley snowed in encapsulates the endless potential of a curious mind, the chirpy spirit of childhood, and the incredible capacity to find joy in the direst of situations. So the next time you are stranded, think of Rowley and his adventurous heart