On the dull, gray Tuesday our story begins, Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work. Medar stood nearby, being confused because a small band of bamboo shoots were attacking him.
Oops, wrong story.
On the exciting, neon purple Friday our story begins, Old Hoarg sang ÒWho KnowsÓ by Avril Lavigne as he picked out his least boring habit for work. Hmm... should he wear the lime green one with a pattern of skilly and duff around the hems? Or the stripey one with an occasional silkscreened haddock on it? Or perhaps... sorry, enough about Old HoargÕs odd wardrobe.
Up on the wallsteps reindeer pause... Out jumps good old Santa Claus! Down through the chimney with lots of toys, all for the DibbunsÕ Feast Day joys!
Fwirl and Broggle sat watching this strange phenomenon, entranced, until they noticed that a random kangaroo was plundering the orchard. They ran down and accosted the kangaroo.
ÒOh, sorry, I didnÕt know this was your orchard. I just thought it was, you know, a large group of fruit trees that were handily grouped together inside some walls that had creatures living there. Know what I mean?Ó ÒOh yes, I see,Ó Fwirl nodded understandingly. ÒIt wasnÕt your fault, youÕre free to go.Ó The quesadilla skated happily off. The cow jumped over the moon, being careful not to knock Neil Armstrong unconscious, and they all lived happily ever after. Especially the people who owned stock in Menards, because it was doing a lot better now that the bunnies had taken it over. (Now the hares are considering imitating their distant cousins and taking over Home Depot.)
Oops, wrong story.
On the exciting, neon purple Friday our story begins, Old Hoarg sang ÒWho KnowsÓ by Avril Lavigne as he picked out his least boring habit for work. Hmm... should he wear the lime green one with a pattern of skilly and duff around the hems? Or the stripey one with an occasional silkscreened haddock on it? Or perhaps... sorry, enough about Old HoargÕs odd wardrobe.
Up on the wallsteps reindeer pause... Out jumps good old Santa Claus! Down through the chimney with lots of toys, all for the DibbunsÕ Feast Day joys!
Fwirl and Broggle sat watching this strange phenomenon, entranced, until they noticed that a random kangaroo was plundering the orchard. They ran down and accosted the kangaroo.
ÒOh, sorry, I didnÕt know this was your orchard. I just thought it was, you know, a large group of fruit trees that were handily grouped together inside some walls that had creatures living there. Know what I mean?Ó ÒOh yes, I see,Ó Fwirl nodded understandingly. ÒIt wasnÕt your fault, youÕre free to go.Ó The quesadilla skated happily off. The cow jumped over the moon, being careful not to knock Neil Armstrong unconscious, and they all lived happily ever after. Especially the people who owned stock in Menards, because it was doing a lot better now that the bunnies had taken it over. (Now the hares are considering imitating their distant cousins and taking over Home Depot.)
¤¤¤ Yep, just another random little one-shot. Please review!