Once upon a time there lived a young boy with pink hair the colour of over-ripe strawberries. It also smelt like over-ripe strawberries. Also, he liked to eat over-ripe strawberries. One day at the local town market, the boy ran into a girl who was eating unripe strawberries. He was so surprised that he threw up. All over the little blonde girl. This made her very upset as there were strawberries all over her. Over-ripe strawberries. "Ew, gross!" she exclaimed with great disgust. She went home to eat more UNRIPE STRAWBERRIES and to WASH HERSELF and HER CLOTHES. Whereas the boy went home to eat more OVER-RIPE STRAWBERRIES and to NOT WASH HIMSELF or HIS CLOTHES, since he was a FILTHY LITTLE BOY. By this time, the author of this story became very confused as to what she was doing but continued doing it anyway.
THE NEXT MORNING the boy woke up in a very HOT SWEAT. Not cold, HOT. VERY, VERY, VERY HOT. SEARING. BURNING. EVAPORATING. SO HOT THAT HE DIED.
THE END.
A/N: I hope you liked my story, guys. I do not know what happened to make me write that, but I can safely say that the STRANGE MOOD has PASSED. Also, if anyone is able to guess the MORAL OF THE STORY, you will win a prize. Do not be disappointed.
If you read my other story "You're Never Alone," sorry for not updating for ages. I'll reread it and rewrite it at a later time.
