Alrighty, i got a request from someone to write about the pickle incident. I need more ideas!!! Otherwise i'm gonna put this story on pause and not post until i get a good idea which could take a while.Disclaimer:The story expressed below are not necessarily those of my employer, not necessarily mine, and probably not necessary.
Ah yes, the pickle incident. That was in the good old days. Actually the days were a lot gooder before the pickle incident because that was before I revealed to Carweasel my true, deceiving nature.
It was a bright sunny day, and I was chewing on my very favorite human snack, a pickle. You don't KNOW how many people hated pickels those days. I was awesome!!! Free pickles!!! Yess!!!
Anyway, i was chewing on my pickle right, and Carweasel came over to talk to me. This is how our loving conversation went:
Me: Hey, Carweasel!!
Carweasel: Don't call me that. Omigosh!! Are you eating a PICKLE (the 'in' thing those days was hippie talk, Carweasel was very good at adjusting to the changes of what's 'in' and what's 'out'. Unfortuntely, i''m not, which is why i havent' been able to get a girlfriend...i'm always too late. sob)!!!????
Me: solemn voice yes, i'm eating a pickle. Pickles are awesome. If you don't like pickles, screw you.
Carweasel: Haven't we gone through this already? I'm a former human, you're a butterfly. I can squash you before you can say...say...
Me: Screw you?
Carweasel: YES!!
Me: Screw you!!
Right then, i threw my pickle adn screwed him somewhere i wasn't supposed to. Hard. I think male beings still have a weakness there whether they get changed or not. Huh. I learned something new that day!! Unfortunately, I also learned that Carweasel had a girly-yet-manly-scream better than mine. Which made me feel bad. Which made me force that pickle into his mouth so i didn't have to dwell on that fact anymore than i had to. Carweasel was still doubling over in pain from my last attack and apparently the taste of my super-duper-sour-pickle that some drowned in acid for a long time did it. He ripped my wings off after that without a word, but my quick and nimble feet scurried away before he could do any lasting damage. My wings were fine by the way.
So, now you know why Carweasel hates me. It would have been nice if i were a girl, cuz, you know, a guy can't hit a girl except in self-defense. Unfortunately, he's hated me ever since then.
OK, i know it was kinda crappy but mobody gave me a better idea. Review adn gicve me an idea or I won't update since i don't know what ot write about.