This is a story about The Day Harry's Brain Didn't Move Around Very
Much! And Ron SNEEZED!
It begins in a hole in the ground.
Hairy Harry lives in this hole. It's a NICE hole.
Harry's brain works cuz of the little FEET! They're cute feet with big pink toenails. And only three toes on each one! They like to dance a lot, and all day while Hairy Harry is doing stuff in his hole in the ground, like mopping up the soup, and hanging by paper clips from the ceiling. And going to weddings between a particular elf and a particular obsessed fan...and a particular hobbit and another particular obsessed fan...but let's not go there.
Hermione ate the pie.
While their dancing, Harry is thinking. When they do the polka, he is thinking of eating. When they do the macarena, he is thinking of fun things. When they waltz, he is thinking of boring things and frogs. When they belly dance, it means he feels like going to a nightclub. But when they stop dancing, is when he doesn't think and he is asleep and stuff. One day, the shoes were dancing the macarena when suddenly the shoes became untied! HORROR OF HORRORS!!!!!
However, the feet didn't notice this. They don't have eyes, so they can't. The feet tripped during mid butt-shake, and landed on their heels.
"OMIGOSH! That is like SO like...TOTALLY not COOL!" exclaimed the left foot.
"Whatever." Said the other.
The feet had broken their heels. So they could not dance anymore. Harry was sad. But he was too stupid to do anything, so he sat there! Then he went over to Hermione's
house. He hugged her pet cow. Then he went over to Ron's house. He hugged Ron. Then he pooped on Draco's front step and ran away. He did this stuff because the feet in his head were not dancing. And he was sad. But he was too stupid to do anything, so he sat there! And then the worms came! Worms? I HATE WORMS! I went crazy. They put me in a room with padded walls and crayons. I ate the crayons. They made me poop funny colors. Then I died.
Finally, by the end of the day, Hairy Harry had gone home. His feet were sick of not dancing, they kept feeling vibrations in their toes. So finally they decided that their heels were no longer broken. They danced, and that ended the day that Hairy Harry's Brain Didn't Move Around Very Much!
Moo.
It begins in a hole in the ground.
Hairy Harry lives in this hole. It's a NICE hole.
Harry's brain works cuz of the little FEET! They're cute feet with big pink toenails. And only three toes on each one! They like to dance a lot, and all day while Hairy Harry is doing stuff in his hole in the ground, like mopping up the soup, and hanging by paper clips from the ceiling. And going to weddings between a particular elf and a particular obsessed fan...and a particular hobbit and another particular obsessed fan...but let's not go there.
Hermione ate the pie.
While their dancing, Harry is thinking. When they do the polka, he is thinking of eating. When they do the macarena, he is thinking of fun things. When they waltz, he is thinking of boring things and frogs. When they belly dance, it means he feels like going to a nightclub. But when they stop dancing, is when he doesn't think and he is asleep and stuff. One day, the shoes were dancing the macarena when suddenly the shoes became untied! HORROR OF HORRORS!!!!!
However, the feet didn't notice this. They don't have eyes, so they can't. The feet tripped during mid butt-shake, and landed on their heels.
"OMIGOSH! That is like SO like...TOTALLY not COOL!" exclaimed the left foot.
"Whatever." Said the other.
The feet had broken their heels. So they could not dance anymore. Harry was sad. But he was too stupid to do anything, so he sat there! Then he went over to Hermione's
house. He hugged her pet cow. Then he went over to Ron's house. He hugged Ron. Then he pooped on Draco's front step and ran away. He did this stuff because the feet in his head were not dancing. And he was sad. But he was too stupid to do anything, so he sat there! And then the worms came! Worms? I HATE WORMS! I went crazy. They put me in a room with padded walls and crayons. I ate the crayons. They made me poop funny colors. Then I died.
Finally, by the end of the day, Hairy Harry had gone home. His feet were sick of not dancing, they kept feeling vibrations in their toes. So finally they decided that their heels were no longer broken. They danced, and that ended the day that Hairy Harry's Brain Didn't Move Around Very Much!
Moo.
