Briar looked mournfully out of the window, she was gone, the girl of rather the vegetable fortified with vitamin S (he, he, he aren't I evil) had disappeared from his life. He felt small, lonely and like a big ugly dog that resembles my French teacher had taken a big bit of him and chewed it up like, - er - chewing gum! He went and got his pink fluffy diary from under his bed most people would say 'that's not right, for a boy to have a diary' to which he would reply 'Look Chum, there are boys, girls and there is me, Briar Moss! The only one in the world who loves plants and plants love ME!' If he did this little speech he generally got some really weird looks from others. But was it true, was it weird he asked himself

'YES'

No, no don't be silly he needed somewhere to write his deepest thoughts and he was in touch with his feminine side.

But did plants love him?

'No'

Yes, of course they did, but he hadn't had much luck in the past, a few carrots a potato and one aubergine but apart from that he had been very lonely. This Cabbage spit had been the only one who had ever, really meant something to him.

Briar Moss was a deep boy and once he had ended his musings he wrote them all down in his diary and slid it back under his bed.

Briar Moss may have been a deep boy but he was certainly not a very bright one, a few sandwiches short of a picnic you might say. Anyway, it had not occurred to our young hero that a plant may not have legs (Dun, Dun, Dun) and that even if it HAD succeeded in falling off the windowsill chances are that when it reached the ground it would lie hapless upon the floor. All this passed through Briars mind in about 4.42464 minuets and he raced down stairs to his beloved was attempting to role from a gift from a local dog.

"Honey Bunch" he cried

"Look its over; now get me out of here! And then I want washed, by hand mind AND a decent meal for once. NOW"

"It's so good to have you back". His love looked him over thinking, I've had better but he'll do.

"Kiss me dear" She said. And so this loving couple embraced, dog poo or no dog poo. Briar Moss was in love.

Ewwwwwwwww!

~*~ Hi, Daft Mut here.

I am afraid that I can't update for a few weeks 'cos I'm going on holiday, two weeks without TV or the computer! The most modern thing there is an old radio! Ahhh, two weeks of listening to Radio Scotland and the latest midgie count. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

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