Hyper is her name.
She wants to be a comedian someday.
Fortunately for Hyper, she decides to take a run in the park on a bright, sunny day.
The trees are full with life.
The breeze sings a trillion songs.
The birds soar in the sky as
Hyper’s head is in the clouds.
She runs for two straight hours.
Then she decides to take a break.
She looks down to see a bole, and she sits down on it to rest her soul.
In that moment, she begins to think of a billion humorous thoughts.
When she stands up, her thoughts evaporate into the land.
When she sits down, they reappear like a rabbit out of a magician’s hat.
A light bulb goes off in her mind.
She found her inspiration from the trunk of a tree.
Its name is Bole, and she is so happy.
She keeps a piece of it in her pocket for sure.
Together they tell a trillion jokes in the late night clubs of Santa Monica Blvd,
and their stage name is Hy-per-bo-le and not Hyper-bowl.