The Story of Neal and the Treeeeeeees...
Neal loved his tree. It was his only friend. He vaugely
remembered having other friends before falling out of his
tree but that was in the past.
Hmm, trees. He didn't recall any other fetishes with foliage
before. Wait, trees weren't foliage...and yet they were at the
same time. Great, now he was confusing himself! Neal shook
his head and hugged his tree. Letting go, he looked around
and a wind rustled his dark brown hair, which he finger combed
back from a widows peak. Dang, he felt dramatic!
"Neal," Kel said walking up to Mike (the tree), "Dom
and I are getting married you know..."
"You must only speak to me in the language of the trees!
"Which is...?"
"Um...just say apple every sentence."
"Will you come to our wedding...apple?"
"Can Mike come?"
Kel left Neal with his tree, sighing.
"Oh, Mike! I am sad! So very very...very very sad..."
Neal said. If the tree, or Mike, could talk, he would've told
Neal to shut his trap. Though, Mike was a tree, and could not
talk. So, he didn't, as being not able to."I am in love with Kel!
But noooo, she has to go marry my dumb cousin!" He cried. Neal
suddenly stopped and jumped away, "But I'm over it! Let's go get
pie!"
Mike would've followed, that is if he could move. As in, being he was a tree.
He could not move. Wait, do trees have genders? No matter, Neal skipped off to get some pie.
Neal approached Cleon's shop of "Pies, Pudding and other pleasant P-starting Pastries."
Cleon had gone partially crazy after running away and marrying a donkey. Or
possibly before that. "Cleon," Neal began, "May I have some pie?"
"WHAT KIND OF PIE?! OH, MITHROS, THE PAIN!"
"Rutabega Pie," said Neal and tried to lick his forehead.
But suddenly, everyone turned into orange colored pencils.
The End.
Neal loved his tree. It was his only friend. He vaugely
remembered having other friends before falling out of his
tree but that was in the past.
Hmm, trees. He didn't recall any other fetishes with foliage
before. Wait, trees weren't foliage...and yet they were at the
same time. Great, now he was confusing himself! Neal shook
his head and hugged his tree. Letting go, he looked around
and a wind rustled his dark brown hair, which he finger combed
back from a widows peak. Dang, he felt dramatic!
"Neal," Kel said walking up to Mike (the tree), "Dom
and I are getting married you know..."
"You must only speak to me in the language of the trees!
"Which is...?"
"Um...just say apple every sentence."
"Will you come to our wedding...apple?"
"Can Mike come?"
Kel left Neal with his tree, sighing.
"Oh, Mike! I am sad! So very very...very very sad..."
Neal said. If the tree, or Mike, could talk, he would've told
Neal to shut his trap. Though, Mike was a tree, and could not
talk. So, he didn't, as being not able to."I am in love with Kel!
But noooo, she has to go marry my dumb cousin!" He cried. Neal
suddenly stopped and jumped away, "But I'm over it! Let's go get
pie!"
Mike would've followed, that is if he could move. As in, being he was a tree.
He could not move. Wait, do trees have genders? No matter, Neal skipped off to get some pie.
Neal approached Cleon's shop of "Pies, Pudding and other pleasant P-starting Pastries."
Cleon had gone partially crazy after running away and marrying a donkey. Or
possibly before that. "Cleon," Neal began, "May I have some pie?"
"WHAT KIND OF PIE?! OH, MITHROS, THE PAIN!"
"Rutabega Pie," said Neal and tried to lick his forehead.
But suddenly, everyone turned into orange colored pencils.
The End.