Ah! One more day, and one more drabble! Please review so that I remember to update tomorrow.
Though I may not see your review, since FF isn't sending emails. I so mad at them right now, so everyone send them an email yelling at them!
I am replying to reviews, so don't worry. I am trying my best to make due, even as I try to get my (hopefully) beta-reader's address without sending them a PM. It isn't working.
Anyway, enjoy Phineas' drabble!
Disclaimer: I don't own.
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Brown
Brown is mucky.
It's dirty.
And I love it.
Brown is not a pure color.
It's a mixture.
It's a blend.
Like me.
I am a Troblin.
I am a Goblin.
I am a Troll.
It makes a Troblin.
I was always cast away, never wanted by anyone.
No one cared for me.
Just like Brown.
Brown is never appreciated.
No one ever likes to see or use Brown.
Except for me.
I like Brown.
It's the color of nature and earth.
Some may not think it is natural, but it is the most basic color.
It's the root of it all.
It's the comfort and stability of it all.
It's always there, ready to help.
Like me.
I'm always willing to lend a hand.
And I want to be able to be seen as a sovereign.
I want to be recognized.
And I think Brown should be too.
We are important.
Everyone needs us.
Brown is the firm foundation that holds us together.
I may not be a leader, but I can be the glue.
I can help and provide support.
And that's juts what I do.
Brown is the color of support.
And I maintain.
I need Brown to assist me.
I need Brown to help me.
But in the end, I can do it on my own.
I can help Brown.
I support Brown.