Yes.
It is, again, Thursday. The day that Kat sits down all lonerated coz her sister tries to pretend she's smart by taking extra lessons.
Clare, one of Kats friends, was sitting down with her today. But she was being an ass and ignoring poor wittle Katty…
So anyways, Kat was sitting there next to Clare and being annoying. But Clare was not responding.
So Kat sat. And she stared.
At the 'Lord of the Rings – Fellowship of the Ring' book that just happened to be sitting there. In the 'C' section…
Dear, dear Katty. Will she never learn?
So, as you can imagine, she got sucked into the book. The amusing thing is that she was touching Clare while staring, so Clare got sucked in too! Hahaha!
"What the bloody hell!" cried Clare when they landed, scratching her head in confusion.
"…" said Kat as she stared ahead and drooled.
So together, they skipped up to a big place that had lots of grass and firecrackers going off and hobbits dancing and Rosie's running around in circles as Sam's stared at them and drooled and-
"Omg Clare, look!" Kat shouted as she grabbed Clare's face and forced her to look. "It's Frodo! And he's doing the CHICKEN DAAAANCE!"
And indeed, there bopped Frodo, a big happy-chappie smile on his face as he jumped around the place, flapping his folded arms like a chicken.
"Mer?" Clare said, for she was truly confused. But Kat paid no heed, and ran away to play. After a while, Clare decided that she wanted to play also, so she did just that.
The two were running around aimlessly, bouncing off walls and tables, when all of a sudden a black rider appeared and tried to steal Frodo away!
But Kat and Clare were not having any of it. They ran up to the rider and frowned at it. They frowned at it so hard, that their eyeballs nearly popped out.
"Be gone, foul creature!" Kat shouted majestically and commandingly, shaking her pimpy staff around. "You shall. Not. PAAAASSSS!"
"Yeah, it's not your turn to come in, anyways. Frodo doesn't even have the ring yet." Clare said, for she was smart.
Then, they started running. They were running, and running, and running so fast that before they knew it, they were in Rivindell with Merry and Pippin and Aragorn and stuff.
Kat was very tired. She was the most unfit person in the universe, you see.
And that is a very difficult title to uphold you know, what with all that new found competition rising in America.
She was so unfit and lazy, in fact, that somebody who had just finished running around the world twice after doing six hundred pushups, would probably have more energy that her. And after all that running she just did, of course such a lazy person as herself would be tired.
And so, Kat fell face forward onto the stone floor in a random corridor, and stayed there for a long time…
"Silly little female…" Clare said, giggling at her friend's stupidness. "Did I tell you about my kick-arse new words?... They are 'maleicle' and 'femaleicle'. Which mean, respectively, either acting like a male or acting like a female. Bwahahaha!" and then she danced. Danced like there was no tomorrow.
Bum chicka-licka-licka bum. Bitty bum.
That right Clare, you shake that ass...