If I could read somewhat more properly, comments from you fine readers can help to find things, like this idea of hidden secrets withing random stories. A message. Sort of. Congrats for those, if even just you readers, could find courage reading it.
As you will be reading this story, you will notice that it will become increasingly obvious the fact that this very first sentence of the paragraph seems, and in fact is, much longer than the succeeding sentences, to a certain point that it even reaches long enough to be more than half of the story's length, if this mess of a paragraph can even be called a story at this point. The other sentences? Not as long.
My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after Radishes because you'll only end up with a rake in your pelvis." I never quite understood his advice until one Earth Day, I was gardening with my best friend Tomika. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was explicit and spooky sounds came from deep within. Tomika saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!