Disclaimer: I don't own neither Naruto nor Gaara. They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Inspiration: I sat in the car, gazing at the bypassing trees and was randomly thinking of some word-game like 'one sentence at a time' or whatever you want to call it, and randomly made up the first sentence. Then I decided to make a story of it and here's the result.


Part one - Gardenry

Little chibi Gaara sat in the flowerbed. He only had his bright red PVC-coated pants with straps over his bare shoulders on and his equally bright Wellington boots. He was currently digging with his little blue shovel among the tulips. In a yellow plastic bucket beside him were some packages with seeds. Because little chibi Gaara was on a mission. A planting mission. He would with his almighty magical shovel make the flowerbed in front of the house look better. Tulips and roses in all honour but they're boring. Especially roses. They are outright dangerous Gaara discovered earlier that day. Roses has thorns that prevents you from exploring it and using it as a hideout on dangerous missions and therefore should be burned. They smell bad too and Gaara couldn't understand how adults possibly could like that plant.

However, ignoring the rosebush in the far end of the flowerbed, he dug some random holes among the tulips and poured some random seeds in each hole before covering them and then he went to get his watering can. Every day would Gaara go and water the flowerbed with his little green watering can and watch how the seeds were growing. To little chibi Gaara's great disappointment there never grew up any beautiful flowers to make the flowerbed look better. Just some green tangles that looked like weeds. Little chibi Gaara sighed unhappily and decided that gardenry was a lot more difficult than it seemed and he from now on would use his almighty magical shovel to make mud pancakes.

Yet again clothed in his bright red PVC-coated pants with straps and equally bright red Wellington boots and nothing else, he grabbed his blue shovel and yellow bucket and jumped around in all the muddy puddles he could find. After making enough mud pancakes to open a café, little chibi Gaara played a mighty pirate fighting off enemies and sharks in the water until there was more mud inside his pants and boots than outside them. And that was quite a lot. Yes, big sister would definitely not be happy when he came home but he couldn't care less. He was the mighty captain Gaara after all.


Regardless of whether you like this or not there will be more, I've written five more parts to this little story. I'll try to post part two as soon as possible, hopefully within a week.