Pick the opening sentence you'd like Mike to expand into a story:
Draining a thirty-foot-wide pond coated in half a foot of algae is no easy task -- not only is it an effort of the back, the arms, and the legs, but it's also a labor of the spirit.
My earliest memories are of the beatings. When they tried to run away, and the owner caught them and dragged them back to the one-room shacks where my family lived.
At two minutes past midnight, I sat slumped inside my pantry, arranging and rearranging a line of twelve dead mice, just as the tree began knocking on my trailer door.
The King was dead, and his widow the Queen hired us right out of the dungeons to find him, somewhere on the other end of the royal Portal. Of course we agreed to the terms of our parole.
Nobody thought the band would make it out of our one-stoplight town, but in the summer of '93, Basskick ruled the bars of eastern Iowa, and we would've gone farther if it hadn't been for the rain.
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