Disclaimer I don't think I own Alanna, do I? NO??? Well phew!
A/N Many people have told me that the story cannot go on with out Alanna. Just so those people know I don't think it can ether so she will come back......somehow.
Chapter Six Messenger Pigs
Alanna was dead. No one could think of anything to do about it and no one could deny it. Most cried openly in the street, they did not know why she had been killed only that she was dead. Their crying was so loud that it brought the flying pigs back from where ever they go when it is not Tuesday.
"What's all this terrible noise!?" yelled the leader pig. "We were sleeping and you woke us up!"
"She is dead," one of the people said plainly. Of course the pigs had no idea what he was talking about.
"Who's she?" asked a little pig.
"Alanna, the first hippie we have ever had.
"ALANNA???" shirked all the pigs in unison.
"Well I say Good Riddance," the leader informed the people. "She tried to ruin my wedding."
"Agoogoo, booga goo," said a baby pig.
"What he says is: no she didn't, she stated a simple fact that you should have known; you were to old for that girl. You are, like, 106 and she is, like, 7. Don't you see a little difference?" the pigs mother translated.
"That's impossible, how could he say that in so few words?" asked a random person.
"Baby pigs have magic, they grow out of it around the age of 4," the mother said. "Coooooool!" said another random person.
"We would really like it if you would go and bring her back for us, is that to hard?" a third random person said.
"Me-a do it! Me-a do it!" a three-year-old-pig squealed with excitement.
So it was that Alanna was brought back from the dead by a little pigy-wigy. And that folks, is the end of one of the most stupid stories I have ever written.
A/N I hope enjoyed that. I'm sorry about it ending so quickly, but I don't like leaving stories unfinished and I didn't want to continue this one.
THE END. THE END. THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N Many people have told me that the story cannot go on with out Alanna. Just so those people know I don't think it can ether so she will come back......somehow.
Chapter Six Messenger Pigs
Alanna was dead. No one could think of anything to do about it and no one could deny it. Most cried openly in the street, they did not know why she had been killed only that she was dead. Their crying was so loud that it brought the flying pigs back from where ever they go when it is not Tuesday.
"What's all this terrible noise!?" yelled the leader pig. "We were sleeping and you woke us up!"
"She is dead," one of the people said plainly. Of course the pigs had no idea what he was talking about.
"Who's she?" asked a little pig.
"Alanna, the first hippie we have ever had.
"ALANNA???" shirked all the pigs in unison.
"Well I say Good Riddance," the leader informed the people. "She tried to ruin my wedding."
"Agoogoo, booga goo," said a baby pig.
"What he says is: no she didn't, she stated a simple fact that you should have known; you were to old for that girl. You are, like, 106 and she is, like, 7. Don't you see a little difference?" the pigs mother translated.
"That's impossible, how could he say that in so few words?" asked a random person.
"Baby pigs have magic, they grow out of it around the age of 4," the mother said. "Coooooool!" said another random person.
"We would really like it if you would go and bring her back for us, is that to hard?" a third random person said.
"Me-a do it! Me-a do it!" a three-year-old-pig squealed with excitement.
So it was that Alanna was brought back from the dead by a little pigy-wigy. And that folks, is the end of one of the most stupid stories I have ever written.
A/N I hope enjoyed that. I'm sorry about it ending so quickly, but I don't like leaving stories unfinished and I didn't want to continue this one.
THE END. THE END. THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!