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THOR’S WORLD TOUR… Day Trip to the Magical Isle

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Somewhere on a small island in the Great Pacific Northwest…. Day trip to the Magical Isle

“Away, damn you Loki.  Take Skidbladnir and begone!  My beloved Sif, what has he done?  Why is it always about the hair?  Now yours is no more.  My Wife!  I want my wife!  Oh Pink One, why do you keep me from her?”  I am roused from a fitful sleep with a curt “Come on, we’re late for the red-eye!”  I find out later, that being ‘late for the red-eye’ is a proud tradition on this island.  The only ferry I want to be late for is the one on the Styx, but then I’m not Greek so I guess it won’t matter.  We head for the sea in the human’s automobile.  I have been in many on this road trip, and this is by far the finest, as there are no foul odors from the small humans and their pets.  It is also neat, without the clutter of the white cups with green mermaids that seem to cover the floor of all the other’s automobiles.  Like that woman in Southern California with the tiny odious boy-child who would not ‘bow down before me’.  The worst adversary I have faced  thus far… It was luck to escape with my life.  ‘Bite Eyeball’, indeed!

The sun is rising and the beast comes into view.  I stand ready to fend it off at the first sign of trouble, as it is as fearsomely ugly as assumed.

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Into the belly of the beast we plunge.  A strange rumbling ensues and we push-off into the sea, headed for Orcas Island.

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 I wave good-by to the human’s village in the harbor, with high hopes of finding a link to Asgard on the magical isle.

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We approach the island and the time has come to find these nobel artists and lovers of the earth.  Perhaps they will be of assistance in my quest. 

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While the human is busy, I take leave to explore.  I find that the artists I meet are interested in selling their wares and no nothing of Asgard.  All the friends of the earth I encounter are sputtering about organics and  preoccupied in hugging trees… not at all what I expected.  I head back and find myself on a road with alarming signs proclaiming  No Trespassing!  Do they not know I am the God of Thunder?  I find myself taken captive and tied up with other prisoners.

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“Have you been here long?” I say.  “Oh yes.  Many years,  for us there is no hope.  Save yourself Thor.  What you seek is on the island you just left.  You must find… The Mausoleum!”  I thank the maiden with the once red hair and breaking my bonds with The Mighty Hammer!  I go in search of my human friend to ask about this Mausoleum.

To be continued…

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Previously… Adjusting to New Surroundings (pt. 2)

Previously… The Arrival  (pt. 1)

To learn more about Thor’s World Tour, and see where he’s been… THE GOD OF THUNDER IS TOURING THE WORLD

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