Released unexpectedly from the beak of the prey-bird, Gim fell towards another in a series of uncertain destinations.
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How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim
discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the
absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
On being asked for a demonstration of masonic skill, Slim quickly contrived a labyrinth both minimalist and inescapable.
Gim had mere moments to feel ahead of the game before being snatched up by a hungry bird of prey.
Despite being singularly unendowed with skills, Gim was uncommonly good at interpreting maps and managed to get outside in minutes.
Still in the maze Gim experienced a rare bit of luck in finding the map Slim had crumpled and discarded in a filthy rage.
And the guild then did escort Slim through the maze and out of the house, and then did order Slim a pizza, which Slim then did not share.
Thankfully Slim came upon group of robed figures bearing a trophy: an elongated plinth supporting a sculpted gold trowel.
While Slim–ever more lost and every day slimmer–was increasingly certain that the maze of his own design had been messed with.
The generous WDA gave Pim and Bim a lift up above the labyrinth and out of the house, depositing more or less at random.
Moving through the maze with Gim in tow, Pim and Bim came upon a tiki bar populated by the Well-Dressed Albatross.
