A/n I do not own labyrinth, david bowie, etc etc. And in case you don't
know some of the things, like Hobo joe or pufnstuf or an anteater, ferret,
anteater, etc. etc. go to cuz I have a page
just for you people! Plus there's fun stuff. So go there.
In a little town out in the middle of nowhere lived Sarah, her dad, her stepmother and half-brother Lennie, and her pig, Jethroe. Lennie was just a year old, but Sarah thought him to be the most darn-tar nation bugger. She was always having to baby-sit him when she had something better to do. He could play with all her favorite toys-even her every special scarecrow Jet. Besides, everyone paid lots of attention when he did something silly, like make noises and stand up. While no one, thought Sarah, pays any attention to mah at all. One summer night, Sarah was alone in the lean-to with Lennie when a storm swept in from the east. Lightening flashed, and thunder roared. Lennie began to cry. No matter what she did, Sarah couldn't make him stop. She tried picking him up and throwing him up and down. She tried his stick, his stuffed pig and fuzzy yellow chicken. She tried everything she could think of. But the tiny, redheaded red-faced Lennie cried louder. "Oh stuff it1" Sarah was furious. "Ah really hate you little bugger1" then she added, stamping her foot, "Ah wish the goblins would come and take yaw away right now1" And they did!
In a little town out in the middle of nowhere lived Sarah, her dad, her stepmother and half-brother Lennie, and her pig, Jethroe. Lennie was just a year old, but Sarah thought him to be the most darn-tar nation bugger. She was always having to baby-sit him when she had something better to do. He could play with all her favorite toys-even her every special scarecrow Jet. Besides, everyone paid lots of attention when he did something silly, like make noises and stand up. While no one, thought Sarah, pays any attention to mah at all. One summer night, Sarah was alone in the lean-to with Lennie when a storm swept in from the east. Lightening flashed, and thunder roared. Lennie began to cry. No matter what she did, Sarah couldn't make him stop. She tried picking him up and throwing him up and down. She tried his stick, his stuffed pig and fuzzy yellow chicken. She tried everything she could think of. But the tiny, redheaded red-faced Lennie cried louder. "Oh stuff it1" Sarah was furious. "Ah really hate you little bugger1" then she added, stamping her foot, "Ah wish the goblins would come and take yaw away right now1" And they did!