Youth In Asia

Boris, Natasha's driver, found the opening too small for his rather bulbous butt to squeeze through. "I think you're going to have to go in alone." he said, motioning toward the door. "It appears to be a very

narrow passage." Natasha grimaced at the thought.

"Try again!"she ordered.

"I can't," whined Boris. "It's too small." Boris sounded every bit like a small animal with its paw caught in a leg hold trap; his voice had the resounding effect of fingernails dragged across the surface of a

blackboard. Reluctantly, Natasha admitted to herself that it was she, not her driver, who would have to enter the void behind the invisible doorway. Stepping in, she at once began to sense another presence of

someone in the room with her.

"Hello Natasha!" came a voice from deep inside the room.

"Who's there!?", Natasha cried, turning in the direction of the voice. The room was rotating. She felt herself growing nauseous. "What's happening!?", she shouted above the din. 

"Calm yourself. It will be over in a moment," the voice answered. The room seemed to fill with a dense fog, making it difficult to breathe. 

In a panic, Natasha desperately searched for the door, to no avail. As suddenly as it had begun, true to

the voice's prediction, the room did indeed come to an abrupt halt and the fog did clear. Before her astonished eyes, Natasha came face to face with the gaping jaws of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. 

"Life like, isn't it darling?" mocked the voice to the now delirious Natasha. "Do try and collect yourself dear. They can apparently smell fear." Natasha was screaming uncontrollably as she ran hysterically around the room in circles again and again, searching for the door as she ran. "Please calm yourself." the voice said, sounding reassuring. "That voice," thought Natasha. "I recognise it." Just then a figure stepped out from behind a panel in the wall.

It was HENRY MUELLER!!!

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