I love lovely days, lovely days are lovely. Today was a lovely day. Lovely days are the best, Gaara thought, as he stood and looked at a garbage dump - the Zuna Zoo. Oh, I forgot to mention. I have long, red hair. Turkey, I mean turquoise, eyes. I am tall. What am I...?
You thought I was a hippo, didn't you? You bastard. I am a horse, and I like being one, in fact. Being a horse is also lovely, very lovely, indeed. But this is my story, not yours! So direct your attention towards my hoarse voice, and shut up. As I told you earlier, I live in Zuna, in Zuna Zoo. It gets really hot in Zuna. I don't like it when it gets too hot. When it's too hot, I get warm. I don't like being warm, that's nasty, I tell you. And I can't be nasty in front of my... uhm.. crush. Yes, I have a crush. And YES - he's a HE. He's a boy. I like boys. Boys are lovely. I like lovely boys. My love is the loveliest of them all. He is the most magnificent being to ever walk this earth. His eyes are as blue as the Caribean Sea(which I've never seen), his voice is as beautiful as thousands of flutes(even though I've never seen or heard a flute), and his golden aura is as regal as any king(... what's a king?). What did you say? No, he's not a lion! He's so much more... He.. is.. a chicken. A stunted little dwarf of a bird.
If you've read the whole thing and is even reading this - I'm sorry. My friend and I wrote this two years ago when we were full on sugar. I hope none of you take this seriously, because I promise you we did not. And the reason we are publishing it not is because of the same reason we wrote it. Again, I'm sorry. But we laughed so sadly much over this one, and I have no idea why. Good night.