Good day my fine friends today tale tells of films films and more films yes today’s picture was an exploitation of my Superstar status to venture into the realm of mammoth production, no not the cloning and nurturing of those extinct beasts with shagged and unruly tresses, why even if I had in my possession the DNA to recreate such cumbersome splendour my, admittedly spacious, suitably Star status penthouse apartment would not comfortably house even one such beast and its attempts at navigation about my habitat would wreak havoc upon many a decorative piece.   I meant a no expense spared, well a there was a cautious curbing of the coffers, to be quite frank twas a fiscally challenged cinematic attempt but none the less intended blockbuster movie of entertaining type.

Yes, it not having gone unnoticed how much kerchingable benefit such films might reap I decided with the aid of another, less luminary than myself, actor pal to film, partly on location at a garage sale from where this leaked footage was shot. This new epic entitled  `Revenge of the Reynard`  which was an attempt to cash in on the popularity of all things Superheroic with our tales of twists on twists on twists and twists as you will see unfold.  Yes my conveniently appropriate for the part pal plays a Caped Crusader of cunning and crafty character he is Ironically garbed in man made garments and armed with lengthy defensive weapons of man’s own make and said foxy Reynard does, in said man made state with his mad at man mind, cavort about wreaking retaliation on, and cutting down of, man in his plundering tracks, mans plundering tracks that is not the mad fox's, though clearly this revenging Reynard does commit plunder also, seeking revenge, on behalf of his furred clan, on man for having plagued and as stated plundered and culled his kind for nought but sport and fanciful dress and the occasional not too decorative piece.
 
My, already part written, sequel is titled `Not So Chicken or Little` and tis the tale of a feathered yet caped, yes still cashing in on the popularity of maverick and most fetchingly garbed superhero, crusading fiend of yes you’ve guessed fowl and foul nature who wreaks revenge on foxes that do gad about under nocturnal cloak feasting on chickens, causing many a disrupted slumber, occasional loss of feathered friend and erratic egg production and yes my friends it has not gone unnoticed that perhaps farmers of intensive type might be a tempting victim for said plot well that my friend, in exploiting the kerchingabilty to the max mode, is another totally different tale, possibly entitled `Intense Battery Assualt at Intensive Battery Farm` yes I would like to remind you my exceptionally handsome head is not just a rack for sporting, at jaunty angles, fetching head attire. 

This will be followed by a further sequel in which an entire field of corn on the cob mutates through sheer will power lending indisputable credence to the theory `where there’s a will there's a way` into an a volumous organised legion of half men half said cobs who wreak revenge on, in true vigilante style, only corn fed chickens and corn consuming humans, including foods derivative of these cobbed treats, yes ever the pedant I think this should not be overlooked.

After this last sequel I shall bring out three prequels the last telling the tale of how man began the sporting of foxes due to appalling lack of quality entertainment resulting in sheer boredom, (Tis set in pre Tinterweb times) on either terrestrial or extra terrestrial TV, yes I know man sported foxes long before that but I am a renowned artisan and as such have gratuitous artistic license to warp historic events or reinvent such history in any matter I feel fit.

In this tale man, when not partaking in his pointless pastime, retaliates again, due to my love off things superheroes especially if sporting cloaked or webbed garb, in caped splendour and the snuggest spandex hosiery, and seeks revenge  on the inventors of far-too-many-TV-channels and tediously-lengthy-commercial-breaks and in fact this hero in his tormented state did, as in true necessity / mother / invention mode, invent what was the forerunner of the VCR on behalf of his fellow man but due to fiscal want (tis a wretched curse such fiscal lack why men have been known to live in homes of portable card type through such lack, man has had to be bothered and blighted by diseases for want of fiscal aid, or to sport unsightly array of dangerous dentistry through fiscal lack, man has to trek miles for a quick imbibe of live giving elixiar or to attend to his basic toilette all through fiscal lack but enough of such tragedies and lets focus on the tragedy in hand, the tale of the hero who invented his, unfortunately never profitable through fiscal lack, VCR.   

And my final prequel which is in fact whatever any one says a sequel is the tale of a vengeful attack by a vigilante on behalf of all lovers of tangible literary, yes tis the tale of a publisher of all things book type who, under a guise of maverick garb, does wreak vengence on the inventor and producers of terrestrial TV yes even the producers of all things wholesome and classic do not wangle out of his wrath. 

Now all these sequels and this new fangled vocabular prequel does drive yours, utterly barmy, truly to a whole new degree of barminess with such perplexing claims, why a prequel is really a sequel and does make does make an original a sequel and an original should unwittingly become a prequel when a sequel is produced as the sequel is prewritten by this point in time therefore the original telling the previous tale is a prequel, `well that’s my maverick theory and Oh it’s a perplexing conundrum and all a bit all a bit too much chicken and egg for yours, now afflicted by tormented inquisitive mind truly.

I affectionately call these my Karmic comeback trilogy x two and they are wholly entitled 
`The World, Not Worm, Has Turned`