There once was a Clan in a valley far away. This Clan laughed, and sang, and pranked all day. In a mystical land, far far away. Okay, people, now we can cut the crap and get to the story!
"LADYCATS AND GENTLEBEARS!" Yelled Announcertail. Everyone looked at each other in confusion. "LOLLIPOPS AND SINGERS! WINDOWS VISTA USERS AND RYAN SEACREST! WELCOME TO THE ANNUAL WRONG-WAY MARATHON!"
LaughClan cheered loudly. Once every four seasons, the very large and very funny Clan held the Wrong-Way Marathon, where they ran around the valley backwards. The valley was very large, so there were cats in certain areas who provided
urine cool water to refresh the cats.
The cats lined up. Thingone and Thingtwo looked at each other, grinning. Mascarafur stretched her paws. Smokeybear arched his back. Lalapaw did a frontflip. Jawbreaker did a backflip. Yomama did a sideflip. Hotdog did a diagnalflip. Many cats were ready to run the Marathon.
"ON YOUR MARKS! GET SET! SNOW!" Farthead took off, only to be disqualified for starting too early.
The cats took off.
In the lead was Thingtwo, in second was Mascarafur, and in third was Smokeybear. A few other cats remained, but the rest of the cats had all dropped out because the Marathon was too hard for them to finish.
Thingtwo and Mascarafur ran backwards toward the finish line. Thingtwo was in the lead. Then Mascarafur. Then Thingtwo. And...
Thingtwo was given a trophy, some candy, and a Walmart gift card. After everyone had settled back down, it started to snow, marking the end of Fall, and with it, the Wrong-Way Marathon.