looked out the window, for the birds were singing a happy song- and not
just any happy song... the HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG!
"mornin' les," sarah said as she entered the room. les's attention
was diverted away from the window and he was quite amused, for sarah's
wig wasn't fully on the way it should be. it was kinda offside, and
made her look like a deformed monkey with a bald spot.
"mornin' baldy," he responded. sarah felt her head. "les! it's
denton's article all over again!" she exclaimed as she fixed the wig.
she walked out of the room, humming the happy birthday song.
les pulled himself out of bed and sauntered to the kitchen where a
large cake was sitting on the table. it oddly resembled the cake they
had not a month ago the night before his dad's birthday.
"that's for your birthday!" les's mother cried in shock with a heavy
boston accent.
as if on cue, pot nonlon pushed the gate-like door open to the kitchen
and went up to les, sniffing him from head to foot, for pot is spot's
evil twin and sniffs many people.
les didnt care, and why? CAUSE IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY!
when pot was done, les patted him on the head and gave him a biscut
from the cupboard. "that's for MY BIRTHDAY!" he ecstatically remarked,
handing over the biscut to the spot lookalike, "happy birthday to me!"
and with that, les tore off sarah's wig.
nevada and bolt "bolted" through the threshold, displaying the proud
warrior stance- the expertise of their yoga knowledge. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY
LES!" they remarked and handed him a secondhand toupee.
les put it on sarah's head, saying, "awww thanks guys! just the
perfect thing for sarah!" sarah blushed and folded laundry on the roof.
oscar and spot ran in. "has any1 seen bolt and nevada!" les
points to the 2 girls in proud warrior stance. "you don't see us," the
girls say, "we are mere figments of the imagination. we are... uh...
chicken hats."
punky and dutchy run in and yell "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LES!", punky's voice
overpowering dutchy's by far. dutchy hands les a rotton fruit and then
glares at oscar. dutchy then walks over to spot and says, "i'm
better." pot sniffs dutchy and spot responds "well if pot likes ya,
you must be better!" and with that, spot saunters over to nevada,
attempting to break her proud warrior stance and failing, for she is a
strong yoga master. on cue, bolt and nevada change to the drooping dog
position- another stance achieved through yoga.
pot nonlon begins to sniff nevada's "seat" as it's called in yoga, but
nevada lets off a strong putrid odor and pot jumps back in horror and
surprise, namley due to the amusing noises it emitted.
"ITS A BAND! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LES!" pot says, and begins to randomly
clap his hands together to the tune of the happy birthday song, and the
birds join in.
the cake is served.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LES!" everyone proclaims. nevada changes to active
cat, and bolt changes to mountain, so they compromise on the tree.
les smiles and looks at the camera. "God bless us everyone!" and he
blows out the candles, wishing for a birthday this great every year. :- D
ya i know its a weird story, but this was written at 3am many many years ago by myself and a friend. i hope you guys enjoyed!