Chapter Two
Time For The Beginning
It was the middle of the day. The solar energy was generously spread over people's heads. While the hilarious continues, the building of the Perfection School was shining, and showing off with its pride and deride.
People start getting busier and busier: the "sign in" is prepared.
So, fortunately, the others were there just in time (I've mentioned the names in the last chapter last paragraph). And each one of them had either pieces of cucumber or slices of pawpaw or even clumps of durian on either their copper like faces or eagle like noses or tractor like mouths or streetlight like eyes or even hippo like teeth. Theses natural fruits used to protect those natural organs from the natural torment of the sandstorm of Gondor. But, not anymore. Now, they wanted to get rid of the natural stuffs, since the others were delightedly called them as "the aliens from the Natural Market".
"Well, that is actually a good name!" Legolas said the several words with a grin, an ever-bigger grin on his tractor mouth.
"Oh, yeah, calling you 'alien from the Nartural Market' while you dancing around with cucumbers on your hippo teeth!" Aragorn was tearing his natural fruit with exploded violence.
"Hey! Aragorn, be artistic! This name is very nonfigurative!" complained Legolas.
"But, isn't that suppose to be very visual?" said Arwen. And I agree with Ms or Mrs. Arwen. Yes, visual, very visual!
Anyways, it's not hard to imagine the king of Gondor or the ruler of Rivendell with such natural fruits on their "venerable faces".
The "sign in" is now in well preparations, sooner or later, the Perfect Bell will play the Perfect Ring and say welcome to the perfect students.
The sun was high and the air was contaminative. It was a busy day, everything was moving, just as your teacher taught you in your science class: everything is MOVING.
It's hard to believe that there was a specialized counter for Hobbits to sign up. Everything, everything in it was small, a small Hobbitic world after all.
The Perfect Bell began to make its Perfect Ring in a perfectly sound.
The "sigh up" had begun and the idiotic was started. They were twins.
Time For The Beginning
It was the middle of the day. The solar energy was generously spread over people's heads. While the hilarious continues, the building of the Perfection School was shining, and showing off with its pride and deride.
People start getting busier and busier: the "sign in" is prepared.
So, fortunately, the others were there just in time (I've mentioned the names in the last chapter last paragraph). And each one of them had either pieces of cucumber or slices of pawpaw or even clumps of durian on either their copper like faces or eagle like noses or tractor like mouths or streetlight like eyes or even hippo like teeth. Theses natural fruits used to protect those natural organs from the natural torment of the sandstorm of Gondor. But, not anymore. Now, they wanted to get rid of the natural stuffs, since the others were delightedly called them as "the aliens from the Natural Market".
"Well, that is actually a good name!" Legolas said the several words with a grin, an ever-bigger grin on his tractor mouth.
"Oh, yeah, calling you 'alien from the Nartural Market' while you dancing around with cucumbers on your hippo teeth!" Aragorn was tearing his natural fruit with exploded violence.
"Hey! Aragorn, be artistic! This name is very nonfigurative!" complained Legolas.
"But, isn't that suppose to be very visual?" said Arwen. And I agree with Ms or Mrs. Arwen. Yes, visual, very visual!
Anyways, it's not hard to imagine the king of Gondor or the ruler of Rivendell with such natural fruits on their "venerable faces".
The "sign in" is now in well preparations, sooner or later, the Perfect Bell will play the Perfect Ring and say welcome to the perfect students.
The sun was high and the air was contaminative. It was a busy day, everything was moving, just as your teacher taught you in your science class: everything is MOVING.
It's hard to believe that there was a specialized counter for Hobbits to sign up. Everything, everything in it was small, a small Hobbitic world after all.
The Perfect Bell began to make its Perfect Ring in a perfectly sound.
The "sigh up" had begun and the idiotic was started. They were twins.