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Let me tell you a storey about the little people who live in every forest and in the hearts of every one in the world that has a true love of nature and about the girl who discovered them. Me, my name is Instru miller.
It was July 13 and I was on my way to the water hole in the forest when I heard someone call my name, it was my friend Lan. Now Lan’s real name was Langu butter but he was ashamed of his name so everyone just called him Lan. He ran up to me. He had beds of sweat on his face. I could tell that he had been looking for me for a while. You see I was not the most social person in the world. I preferred to be alone. I would often get lost in the woods. I loved the woods. Ever since 3rd grade I had had a cruse on Lan, but I would never admit it. Speaking of lan, we should get back to the story. After Lan had caught his breath he said “ Instru you have to come and see what I found” “What is it ?” I said “It is a village of tiny houses. I have never seen such a wonderful thing. Come on.” He garbed my hand. The moment his hand was put in mine I felt a tingly feeling going through my hand. I just let him take me where he wanted. After about an hour of wondering around in the woods, we came upon a patch of little mushrooms all in neat rows “I have never seen mushrooms lined up so straight” “the mushrooms are the houses look close there are doors on them.” I bent down and looked at them closely there realy were doors on them. “How strange.” I said. Then a little light came on in the mushroom house, and I could see the outline of a little person staring at me. I jumped a shrieked. “what is it” said Lan “It is a little parson in the house” Then Lan got down on to all fours and looked inside and said, “you are right. There is a little person inside Then I tugged on Lan’s shirt. When he stood up I pointed to the houses. All the lights in the mushroomed houses were coming on as the sun went down. The only light that we could see by came from the house. Lan and I stood with amazement Then the door in front of us opened and a girl with a dress made out of a tulip who had curled blond hare the color of the sun and a hat made of an acorn top, walked out of the house with a look of concern. She said, “You have to go before they all leave their house or they will Make you become a minpuple. “ a what” said Lan “a minpuple that is the name of the people that live here Then the a door opens next to us “oh no” said the little girl.
Chapter 2 the minpuple life
then she polled something out of her pouch, It was a pile of small sparkling crystals. Then she blew it into the air. They circled around us, and it felt weird like there was a big hand crushing us. When I opened my eyes, the girl was now my size; maybe even a little taller “what is going on?” asked Lan, with a terrified tone. The girl said “there is no time to explain. Come inside.” She pushed us into her house just as the man next door came out. When the door was closed, she turned around with a big smile on her face. “Well the first thing to do is to get you some minpupl clothes she left the room. While she was gone, I started to look around. The couch was made of leaves and twigs and the same with the chars. The table was made out of just twigs. There was a fire place and a cute little kitchen with a tea set made of little flowers on the table. I walked over to the fire place. “get back here said Lan. “There is some thing over there it looks like a little statue.” Gusset as I was about to touch it, that girl came back in. I jerked my hand back. I found the perfect things. Oh buy the way, my name is Racy and I am The Town’s lookout.my job is to Make sure that the town stay safe from the naz.” “What are the naz?” “What are the naz? You don’t know what the naz are? ” She burst out laughing, which was Really Sad to watch, because, when she laughs, she would constantly, take deep breaths. She sounded like she was having an asthma attack. After about ten minutes she finally stopped and said “The naz are the evil monsters that attack the mushroomia “mush what” said lan “Mushroomia is the name of our town. Like I said, I am the protector of Mushroomia” now go put these on.” she gave me the dress and pushed me into a tiny room with a cute little bed. The dress was very sturdy and was kind of cute, so I put it on. I looked somewhat decent in it. Maybe even a little good. When I came out, Lan was as red as A tomato. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a brown overcoat and brown shorts with tights that came up to his knees. I tried to contain myself from laughing “Wow that looks great on you.” said Lan “oh thanks” I could feel my face getting hotter. I could tell that I was blushing. “Well now that everyone is ready lets go” said racy “go ware” “to the market to pick up some groceries.” “Groceries, how could you be thinking about groceries at I time like this? We have Just been shrunk to the size of a mouse and are wearing clothes made out of plants in a town, where if the people who live here found out who we are, will make us stay this way forever. How could you think of groceries?” My blood was boiling and I could feel my Heart pumping
chapter 2 racy’ past
cut girl 94000624 · Wed Aug 02, 2006 @ 08:51pm · 3 Comments |
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Let me tell you a storey about the little people who live in every forest and in the hearts of every one in the world that has a true love of nature and about the girl who discovered them. Me, my name is Instru miller.
It was July 13 and I was on my way to the water hole in the forest when I heard someone call my name, it was my friend Lan. Now Lan’s real name was Langu butter but he was ashamed of his name so everyone just called him Lan. He ran up to me. He had beds of sweat on his face. I could tell that he had been looking for me for a while. You see I was not the most social person in the world. I preferred to be alone. I would often get lost in the woods. I loved the woods. Ever since 3rd grade I had had a cruse on Lan, but I would never admit it. Speaking of lan, we should get back to the story. After Lan had caught his breath he said “ Instru you have to come and see what I found” “What is it ?” I said “It is a village of tiny houses. I have never seen such a wonderful thing. Come on.” He garbed my hand. The moment his hand was put in mine I felt a tingly feeling going through my hand. I just let him take me where he wanted. After about an hour of wondering around in the woods, we came upon a patch of little mushrooms all in neat rows “I have never seen mushrooms lined up so straight” “the mushrooms are the houses look close there are doors on them.” I bent down and looked at them closely there realy were doors on them. “How strange.” I said. Then a little light came on in the mushroom house, and I could see the outline of a little person staring at me. I jumped a shrieked. “what is it” said Lan “It is a little parson in the house” Then Lan got down on to all fours and looked inside and said, “you are right. There is a little person inside Then I tugged on Lan’s shirt. When he stood up I pointed to the houses. All the lights in the mushroomed houses were coming on as the sun went down. The only light that we could see by came from the house. Lan and I stood with amazement Then the door in front of us opened and a girl with a dress made out of a tulip who had curled blond hare the color of the sun and a hat made of an acorn top, walked out of the house with a look of concern. She said, “You have to go before they all leave their house or they will Make you become a minpuple. “ a what” said Lan “a minpuple that is the name of the people that live here Then the a door opens next to us “oh no” said the little girl.
Chapter 2 the minpuple life
then she polled something out of her pouch, It was a pile of small sparkling crystals. Then she blew it into the air. They circled around us, and it felt weird like there was a big hand crushing us. When I opened my eyes, the girl was now my size; maybe even a little taller “what is going on?” asked Lan, with a terrified tone. The girl said “there is no time to explain. Come inside.” She pushed us into her house just as the man next door came out. When the door was closed, she turned around with a big smile on her face. “Well the first thing to do is to get you some minpupl clothes she left the room. While she was gone, I started to look around. The couch was made of leaves and twigs and the same with the chars. The table was made out of just twigs. There was a fire place and a cute little kitchen with a tea set made of little flowers on the table. I walked over to the fire place. “get back here said Lan. “There is some thing over there it looks like a little statue.” Gusset as I was about to touch it, that girl came back in. I jerked my hand back. I found the perfect things. Oh buy the way, my name is Racy and I am The Town’s lookout.my job is to Make sure that the town stay safe from the naz.” “What are the naz?” “What are the naz? You don’t know what the naz are? ” She burst out laughing, which was Really Sad to watch, because, when she laughs, she would constantly, take deep breaths. She sounded like she was having an asthma attack. After about ten minutes she finally stopped and said “The naz are the evil monsters that attack the mushroomia “mush what” said lan “Mushroomia is the name of our town. Like I said, I am the protector of Mushroomia” now go put these on.” she gave me the dress and pushed me into a tiny room with a cute little bed. The dress was very sturdy and was kind of cute, so I put it on. I looked somewhat decent in it. Maybe even a little good. When I came out, Lan was as red as A tomato. He was wearing a white dress shirt with a brown overcoat and brown shorts with tights that came up to his knees. I tried to contain myself from laughing “Wow that looks great on you.” said Lan “oh thanks” I could feel my face getting hotter. I could tell that I was blushing. “Well now that everyone is ready lets go” said racy “go ware” “to the market to pick up some groceries.” “Groceries, how could you be thinking about groceries at I time like this? We have Just been shrunk to the size of a mouse and are wearing clothes made out of plants in a town, where if the people who live here found out who we are, will make us stay this way forever. How could you think of groceries?” My blood was boiling and I could feel my Heart pumping
chapter 2 racy’ past
cut girl 94000624 · Wed Aug 02, 2006 @ 05:34pm · 1 Comments |
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Hi my name is Bud, short for Spud, and I am just an average potato: I have an ordinary life. But, not too long ago, maybe three years ago, something happened, and it wasn’t ordinary any more. It was extraordinary! Well, I was on my way to work. I was walking as usual. I stopped to get a newspaper as usual. As usual, my day was going in it’s usual way. But I did one small thing different. I was reading my newspaper before I got to the office, while walking. I saw an ad about finding your true love and I was hooked. Now don’t get me wrong. I am not one of those lovie-dovie potatoes that go looking for a love spud their whole lives, but something about that ad that was so interesting and compelling, well it made me feel like a romantic spud, that’s what it did. I was walking along dreaming about my perfect Mrs. Spud and WHAM! BAM “Ooooof !”, I hit something. It knocked the wind right the heck out of me. But, it wasn’t something hard like a wall or a tree or a sign post. It was something soft, and it smelled so… so… wonderful, like fresh dirt. I peeled the newspaper off my face, and standing right in front of me was the most beautiful she-spud I had ever laid eyes on. She had a beautiful shape, not deformed or lopsided like a cheap buck ninety nine for ten pound potato, but a genuine Yukon Gold, baking potato. She was beyond Idaho. She hardly had any eyes, no sprouts and no rotten spots at all. Like I said, she smelled like fresh dirt. Beautiful in every way. But, but, she was walking away. This would not do. She couldn’t walk out of my life. I had to say something. “Whu…,” I shouted. I tried again, “WAIT!” She continued to walk, perhaps even a little faster. My dreams of mashing and boiling and baking and hash browning with her were fading away fast. I walked faster. She walked faster. My spud wedding bells were drifting away on the wind. I ran. She ran. I ran faster. She walked. She slowed down. I caught up with her. You know what I did? I tripped and whammed down onto the cold pavement. I think I almost French Fried my right arm. I must have looked like an idiot, but when I opened my eyes she was standing there smiling and wondering if I was okay. Before I knew it, we were talking and arranging to spend some time together at a potato salad a friend of hers was having.
Part two What Will the Future Hold
I don’t know exactly how it happened, but what started out as one date led to another and another and another and another and anoth… well, you get the idea, and soon we wear celebrating our 1 year spudiversary. I know what you are thinking, that we are married but the truth is I haven’t really gotten the nerve to ask her yet, but today I made a very important decision. I would ask her this very night. I was taking her to a vary fancy restaurant and was going to propose. The first thing I had to do was buy some flowers. Which was a hard thing for a starchy spud like me to do. I felt like I needed the help of a slightly limper, less starchy potato, if you know what I mean? Like on that show, “Sprouted Eyes for the Starchy Guy.” The day seemed to be going fine I had flowers I was wearing my best gravy and she was laughing. I started to see other he-spuds around me popping the question and the pressure was on. I could feel myself start to sweat and the box with the ring in it, in my pocket, started to dig into my side. Just ask her and get it over with spud. I could see the longing in her face. Okay, this was it. I got down on one tuberocity and before I even had the ring out of my pocket she said “Yes!” and was on both of her knees and was hugging me. Well what happened after that was I put the ring on her finger and we went for a walk in the garden. It was a warm night and the stars were out. We sat on a bench and just sat there silently. I started to day dream again but this time it was not church bells but the frying sounds of a Baby Red Skins! What was I getting myself into? But, that, is a different story.
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Girls with blanked eyes lying on the ground about to die life set on a clock of lies all the heaviness above singing there songs all thaw she won’t go to haven if she did drogues her life is a tragedy and in her mined is held to gravity that’s keeping her to the ground never aloud to rise her voice to keeping her from sinking down her tragedy keeping her In gavotte losing her sanity with ever day it brings her closer to her demise with ever steppe she toke it lead her to deprive o y Kant people gusset accept me she cried and the next day she died but before she did she cried lord I give my self to your will help my female to get over my demise and gust like that like a mach going out she died and shore enough she demised but not because she died it was her will to die that finest her
cut girl 94000624 · Wed Aug 02, 2006 @ 04:54pm · 0 Comments |
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