Arwen's Yogurt Dresses 2: The Apple Sale
"I cannot believe I listened to you, Joe! Why in Middle-Earth would we have an apple sale?!" screamed Arwen. She was furious. She hated apples.
"But madam," said the salesman, who was a hobbit, "zese are ze finest apples in all Hobbiton. Zey vill sell like crazy."
"They better, or else you two are gonna have two large hospital bills!" she yelled. "I must have enough money to hire that designer!"
"Calm down, Arwen!" shouted Joe. "This will work! Why do you always have to be such a pessimist!? JUST SHUT UP!"
Arwen looked awestruck. She had never heard Joe shout before. He had always just silently agreed with her. "You're right, Joe," she said. "Alright then, let's just get this over with. The sooner I make enough money, the better."
All of the sudden, a huge crowd of people came and started bidding on the apples. One hobbit actually started foaming at the mouth and running around like a rabid dog. The salesman was right! But this was a little out of control. The costumers were pushing, pulling, growling, snarling, barking, and just plain being insane. Finally, after many hours of this, every single apple was sold and there was enough money to hire the designer.
"Alright," said Joe, "light the beacon of fashion designers!" The beacons spread all the way to Hobbiton in about 10 minutes. Don't you just love the Express Beacon System?
Within days, the designer finally arrived on his golden horse, and walked through the giant doors.
message: hey people reading this! this is my first fan fic and i know it's bad. I'm not good with humor. i'll definately put out some serious ones next and just stick with that. anyway, please review and tell me what you think! next chapter coming up........
"I cannot believe I listened to you, Joe! Why in Middle-Earth would we have an apple sale?!" screamed Arwen. She was furious. She hated apples.
"But madam," said the salesman, who was a hobbit, "zese are ze finest apples in all Hobbiton. Zey vill sell like crazy."
"They better, or else you two are gonna have two large hospital bills!" she yelled. "I must have enough money to hire that designer!"
"Calm down, Arwen!" shouted Joe. "This will work! Why do you always have to be such a pessimist!? JUST SHUT UP!"
Arwen looked awestruck. She had never heard Joe shout before. He had always just silently agreed with her. "You're right, Joe," she said. "Alright then, let's just get this over with. The sooner I make enough money, the better."
All of the sudden, a huge crowd of people came and started bidding on the apples. One hobbit actually started foaming at the mouth and running around like a rabid dog. The salesman was right! But this was a little out of control. The costumers were pushing, pulling, growling, snarling, barking, and just plain being insane. Finally, after many hours of this, every single apple was sold and there was enough money to hire the designer.
"Alright," said Joe, "light the beacon of fashion designers!" The beacons spread all the way to Hobbiton in about 10 minutes. Don't you just love the Express Beacon System?
Within days, the designer finally arrived on his golden horse, and walked through the giant doors.
message: hey people reading this! this is my first fan fic and i know it's bad. I'm not good with humor. i'll definately put out some serious ones next and just stick with that. anyway, please review and tell me what you think! next chapter coming up........