I think I should probably post a little history about the man, the myth, the Hosander. If anyone knows where I can find a story or any suggestions about introducing him, let me know.
"One morning Hosander woke up, combed his long brown hair and his long red mustache, put on his favorite flannel shirt and went for a walk..."
The original stories were phenomenal. However, the real lifeblood of the Hosander sagas was his elasticity. New adventures came with every campfire. They would stretch him and squish him. Prod him and poke him. (I recall one of his experiences in which he took a Scantron(TM) test without a pencil, and so pricked his finger for the blood). Yet he always awoke the same each day...oblivious to the tale that would follow.
The old stories I enjoy, but Hosander needs us for the future. For his future.
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There is probably a story on him located on the hard drive of our oldest computer.
Otherwise, its all just floating around the national consciousness.
"One morning Hosander woke up, combed his long brown hair and his long red mustache, put on his favorite flannel shirt and went for a walk..."
The original stories were phenomenal. However, the real lifeblood of the Hosander sagas was his elasticity. New adventures came with every campfire. They would stretch him and squish him. Prod him and poke him. (I recall one of his experiences in which he took a Scantron(TM) test without a pencil, and so pricked his finger for the blood). Yet he always awoke the same each day...oblivious to the tale that would follow.
The old stories I enjoy, but Hosander needs us for the future. For his future.
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