Conversations
By:
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Ha ha! Poor J-Bob, got his desk dumped! LoL!
Ok, our V-ball team has a volleyball. His name is Wilson. He is a Castaway Volleyball, with the bloody handprint on it. Yes, Marianne made it. His name is Wilson. And here is everyone arguing over Wilson.
"No!" yell Merry "NO! NO! NO!"
"YES! YES! YES!"
"NO!"
"MERRY! PIPPIN! FRODO! SAM! QUIT ARGUING!" yelled Gandalf
"NO!" they all yelled back
They were all hobbit children, and Merry had a ball. The ball was Merry's new best friend.
"SHARE!" yelled Pippin
"Mine!" said Merry, cradeling the ball in his arms. "My own. My Wilson." he cooed to it.
Pippin, Sam, and Frodo looked at each other.
"Wilson?" asked Frodo "What kind of a name is that?"
"Quiet! Musn't insult Wilson." Merry stroked the ball "No, no, not Wilson."
"Just give me the damn ball." said Sam, yanking it away from Merry, who burst into tears.
"WANT WILSON!"
"No." said Frodo "No Wilson."
"MINE!"
"MERRY!" yelled Sam "It's a ball!"
"My Wilson." whimpered Merry
"How bout," suggested Frodo "We all play with Wilson?"
"Awight." agreed Merry, Sam, and Pippin.
And thus, Wilson and Volleyball were born.
That was an over dramatized fight between Marianne (creator of Wilson), Jessica, Jordyn, and Brooke.
Marianne loved Wilson.
Wilson replaced our old school's volleyball, Raul.
R.I.P Raul
Long Live Wilson!