BILLY, being tired and wanting to find dominence in life found himself slumberious. He found his favorite tree,the one where the apples fell and stimulated his thoughts of the grand mega-gravity machine. Laying up against the bark,BILLY, fell into a dream like contortion of state.
Inside,BILLY, heard the call of a new dream fantasy. He was to rule the world through the portal of a ships porthole without a ship. He dreamed of being a Captain KIDD of the relm of earth. Filling the void of his short stature,which was a vexation to his domain of reality. BUT, shunning aside all relms of reality,BILLY, begain the ranting and ravings of his conquest.
Finding minions that would follow him was at first a problem. Then he gave them soda pops and candy to fill the voids of love. These minions, ranted and raved, at now KING BILLYS rein of power out the porthole in the air of oblivion. He was a spectical ,with his head out the porthole, commanding with a fierce deliverance of force. The context of his words astounded and mesmerized his minions.
Soon the crown on BILLYS head began to grow for some reason. It grew larger and larger in stature. Before he knew it,inbetween his now manic ravings, the oversized crown fell off his cranium. With this, BILLY BOOKSIE, woke under the tree. An apple had fallen like the crown and woke him from his relms of conceived kingdoms, out the porthole in the air.