It was upon leaving my bower that I found myself assailed by a small Ostralian octopus. The octopus was about five feet in diameter, and was a delicate shade of lilac. It had eight tentacles, which was lucky, otherwise it would no longer have been an octopus, it would have been a quintapus, or a hexapus, or maybe even a decapus, and would have been bullied at octopus school.
It informed me politely that its name was Billimunjaro and that its one passion in life was to eat human beings. I found this interesting, until I realised that I was in fact human, and therefore a tasty treat to a carnivourous octopus. I rushed to defend myself with a fork, but the many tentacles of my ingenious foe confused me and it wrestled my weapon away from me, then proceeding to use it as the instrument of my devourment.
"Alas," thought I. "Now I am never going to know why the Man in the Moon doesn't like cheese!" Or so I thought, as is evidenced by the fact that it was mentioned earlier in the narrative that I was thinking rather than saying these thoughts.
Suddenly, the Man in the Moon fell from the sky, cursing fluently in the language of the Moohikans.
"Geflousingooo!" he shouted as he hit the earth with a huge impact. It didn't matter though, that he had hit the ground at such speed, as he was made of rubber, and this would just speed up his accent back to his hometown of Mooria.
"I'm shocked at you, Man in the Moon. Shocked!" I told him as he plumetted upwards into the sky, for verily there was no other word for it.
"Helroofsngimooo!" came the rapidly fading reply.
It was then that I noticed that the carnivorous octopus, or Billimujaro as he liked to call himself, was nowhere to be seen. Then I looked down into the crater the Man in the Moon had predictably made in the world with his drop to earth.
Squashed, or rather splatted, at the bottom of the hole, lay Billimunjaro. There was a lot of blood around his flattened corpse, and a delightful fresh aroma wafted towards my nose, reminding me that I was hungry.
A small dog walked over and looked down into the hole. "Octopus pancakes for tea!" he sang gleefully, and danced away.

I returned to my bower and pondered the meaning of this strange occurence. Finally, I realised that it had been sent as a warning that sea-anenomes, the demon race of the sea, would soon take over the world, bringing with them torture, enslavement, and apocalypse. I wondered who should be informed of this, and decided that nobody should. No one could handle such information but me.

I went home to press the big red button that blows up the world, and did so succesfully, waking up after the explosion to find myself in a strange new world where I ruled all. People addressed me as 'madam', a strange name for one previously known as 'Mwahahahahahahahaha!!!!! I am MoonFace! Bow Down Before Me!'. They put me in a room with padded walls...... Teeheehee!
*Bounces from side to side in room.*