HA! You can catch the coelcanth at any time of the year as long as it's after 4 pm and it's raining! :dances:

::Chapter 2: [enter chapter title here]::

::Flashback::

Bob and Oliva were talking at the wishing well one day (I hate Oliva that's why I'm making her that bad......gu....errr girl!)

Oliva started laughing. "Oh bob, and you know that margaret loves you right lovey?" Bob didn't look surprised. "I had a feeling mreew" He said. "But I guess I'm not very good with girls" He blushed. "She's written me love letters, pouring her heart out onto the page, and I'm to shy to show any affection back mreew"

Oliva got an idea. "Hey Bob, I got an idea lovey. Since April Fools day is coming up, why not play a joke on her? Just pretend you already have a girlfriend!"

Bobo though about it. He was never good at any jokes. He'd go with it. "Uh ok, so when she ask's who I'm going out with, who should I say it is mreew?"

Oliva blushed. "Why me silly, tee hee hee lovey"

::End of Flashback::

margaret got up, looking embarrassed and dusted herself off. "Who...who is she?" She asked, not sure if she really wanted to know.

Bob sat up, looking a little nervous. He changed his mood quickly. (those animal's are good at that) "Oliva" he said.

margaret blinked for a moment. "what?" she said with a smile on her face. (you know when you're surprised and someone says something bad, you smile about it)

"That's right mreew. I'm going out with Oliva" He said with a smile. "And speaking out which, I have to get going, we're going to have a picnic." He left his house in a hurry, leaving margaret behind.

margaret sighed as she walked back to her house. She entered, wandering around her house for a moment as K.K. Faire played in the background. She sat down on her orange chair and stared blankly at her apple tv. She got up and walked over to her NES (yes I have about 8 of them I think...) and started playing Wario's Woods. (it's more addicting then AC)

"You know, I really need to get over him" She said with a sigh.

::Elsewhere (bum bum bum)::

Bob knocked on Oliva's door. She answered. (duh)

"Oh, Bob what is it lovey?"

Bob blushed. "Wanna go for a picnic?" He asked, looking nervous.

Oliva looked annoyed. "You know I don't like you...lovey. That was all a joke for margaret now go away" She slammed the door in his face.

Bob was shocked. So shocked he dropped the peach he was holding. (cherries are the native fruit in new york, but I have at least 1 tree of each fruit except coconuts and oranges. damned coconut trees don't grow)

::End::

Sorry the chapters are so short. I suck.