Conversations

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: Okay, I got off the bus late, and thought that all my v-ball stuff was in order, only to get off the bus and find I had nothing! Gah! Oh well, actually I was looking for my knee-pads, not my shoes...

P.S. Trisher, that converse about the Flash happened during MEAP testing! You know, while you took two freakin hour to write an essay about Jimmy Bob and his Saxamophone ... THAT day...

Legolas ran into his room.

Contrary to former belief, Legolas was an EXTREMELY messy person, and his room reflected that.

That day the Fellowship was leaving, and Legolas could find nothing.

He noticed his clothes were clean, so he tossed them in a bag, then next he had to find his shoes.

Amazingly, that was the hardest thing to find.

he could have sworn that they were on his desk, but they were no longer there.

So he started cleaning (only making the mess of his room even bigger.)

Legolas dug underneath his bed, finding old shoes, but not ones he wanted.

No, never the ones he wanted.

He sat on his bed in frustration.

He then got up, then decided maybe they fell off his desk, so he began digging around and around his desk, looking for them.

"AHA!" he yelled, as he found one. "Now, where are you? Mr. Shoe...?"

He cleared around and under his chair. Nothing.

And he was getting even more frustrated. He didn't want to think about going with only one shoe.

He began digging under his bed again, to no avail.

He was just about ready to give up, really and truely, when he glanced to his left.

His closet!

He dived into it, pulling out clothes, books, more shoes, a stuffed animal, and other oddments.

Still not finding his shoe. Then he decided, 'Well, I might as well check everywhere.'

He began to hunt around his bookshelf, not really thinking it would be there, but might as well look.

"YOU!" he yelled, diving his hand underneath a box, and pulling out the shoe that haed formerly been MIA.

He hugged it then, threw it in his bag.

There, he all packed.

He headed to the door, only to realize that he had piled up his junk so high, he couldn't open the door.

"This sucks!" he declared

"Now, we get to the physical aspects of an atom..."

"Let's get, physical, physical!"

"Jason! Be quiet."

"Sorry, but it's such a good song Mrs. Potter!" - J-Bob and Mrs. Potter

"Where are the rest of my renegade lovelies?" - Mrs. A