Disclaimer : Reeses Peanut Butter Cups may or may not actually stick to the ceiling if you lick them.
Here comes Charlie Cottontail, hopping down the jungle trail.
Just then, everything changed.
"Oh, there you are, Jack." Charlie said with glee. He had found his objective.
"Hey, Charlie." Jack said. He was probably doing something boring.
"Er…I have to take care of Aaron, and I was wondering if you knew any stories I could tell him."
"My dad never told me any stories when I went to bed. He was always out drinking. And when he would come home, he would lick Reeses peanut butter cups and throw them at the ceiling so that they would stick. Then in the morning when he woke up again, he would blame me, because he wouldn't remember!" Jack whined. He looked down to the ground and covered his eyes, for he was doing his favorite thing…he was crying.
"Hey, that's a great idea! I'll just tell Aaron some kind of story from my childhood."
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"So there was this one time in preschool when we had this hamster named Butt."
"What are you doing?" Aaron asked.
"You know, telling you a story. And Butt is our class's pet hamster. Well, his real name is Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, but we just call him Butt for short. Anyway, I loved that hamster. Loved it like a brother. I always hung out with him, fed my cookies to him, and sang little songs to him. That was when I wrote Once Upon a Time (In a Far Away Land Where Aliens Feed Cookies to Me and Butt). You want to hear it?"
"No."
"Once upon a time in a far away land,
Where aliens feed cookies to me and Butt.
Jessie pushed me in the sand,
And then she punched me in the gut.
Ms. Josephine made me sit in the corner,
After I called her fat.
But I took those cookies with me,
So what do you think of that?
What do you think?"
"Uh…what I think doesn't matter. Can I hear the story now?"
"Well, one day, I got to take Butt home to take care of him. I was psyched. So took him to see my parents, then I took him to see my room, then I took him to see the washing machine. Well, then I found out that I was supposed to keep him in the hamster ball. So I lost him. So my dad went and looked for him by putting crackers next to the floor vents while my mom yelled at me. Well, I found him and did the mature thing. I put him in the hamster ball. Then I put him on the teeter totter, then climbed on my swing set, then I jumped on the other end. Uh…the next morning I had to explain to my friends that I catapulted their friend into space. I don't think they ever forgave me. The end…The moral of the story…teeter totters kill."
A/n : To anybody who actually reads this stuff…sorry this chapter was so short.