Kk I'm completely off my writer's block and ready to write! No applause please!
I have to do this quick ok I have English homework and my mom is gonna kill if I don't do it soon!
WHEN TREES TALK BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dundundun!…sorry
Fizban was walking merrily down the trail with Tas nowhere to be seen.
The commonly confused mage was always getting into trouble somehow, but as he walked through the woods today he was the picture of clarity, wisdom, and reliability.
That was until he started talking to a tree.
There he sat, perched upon a large boulder chatting uselessly to an ancient oak.
"Hello there, you wouldn't mind if I sat down for a rest on your buddy here would you?" the rather scatterbrained wizard asked the tree. "Well of course you don't! I've been walking for the longest time now and my aching old bones need a rest from my long journey! I came all the way from some-a-ways in that direction and some where over there. I thought my little friend Tas was with me but I guess not! Or maybe the little fellow wandered off, kender have a tendency to do that sort of thing. I probably shouldn't call him small though, I once met a fiery little-I mean normal sized kender who was so sensitive about being called little that when I accidentally called her a little genius she nearly took my head off! Its funny really how-"
"You just go on, and on, and on don't ya! You keep prattling all about what not and don't even give me a chance to speak for myself! Really! Who taught you your manners? Your supposed to let a guy talk back not go on and on without letting a guy tell you his input! You're worse than a kender!" the tree exclaimed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! A talking tree!" Fizban screeched.
"You were the one that was talking to me!" the tree retorted, "What's the point of talking to something or someone if they're not going to talk back?"
"Sorry," Fizban mumbled, "you're a pretty touchy tree aren't ya?"
"Most oaks are"
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Wow," Fizban said awed. "Now what was that you were saying about kender?"
"You're worse than one."
"That's not too nice, I have a friend who's a kender. What's his name? Tappy, Tottle, Tammy, Terrance, Teacup, Petunia…"
"Tas."
"You know him too?"
"No."
"Then how did you know his name?"
"His name came up in your earlier tirade."
"Oh…"
"So, what's your name?'
"I'm Fizzbutt! No wait its flabby! Fishface? Flubber? Fuzzball? Zifnab? Zifban? Zuddo? Zilly? Joe?"
"Lets stop before you get to the female names," suggested the tree.
"Ok."
"Wait, I have an idea. Do you write your name on any of your belongings? You know so if you lose them people can return them to you?" the tree said.
"Good idea tree! I know just where to look too! Well actually I don't I lost the thing to look for my name on and I have no clue where it is!"
"What is it? Maybe I can help you find it," the tree asked.
"Okay then! Its my hat, do you know where it is?"
"On your head."
"No its not."
"Yes it is."
"No its not."
"Yes it is."
This continued to the next 5 minutes and it would truly bore you to listen to the details, I know this because I had to listen to them in my head and I fell asleep.
"Whatta ya know! You're right!" Fizban exclaimed.
"Well…?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you going to check it for you name?"
"Okay."
A pause.
"Now?" Fizban asked the tree.
"Yes" the tree said sounding just about as exaggerated as a tree can.
"Oh, here it is my name is…Fizban? What a horrible name! I wonder who thought up that one! I can think up tons of better names than that!"
"Well its yours."
"What's your name?"
"I'm a tree."
"So? I've met spider plants with names!"
"Then make up a name for me."
"Okay then! Are you a girl tree or a boy tree?"
"How the heck should I know?"
"How about Arty?"
"Sure, why not."
A moment of silence.
"I'm bored," Fizban complained
"Me too." The tree agreed.
"I'm a mage do you want to see a spell?"
"I don't see why not."
"Okay then! I know the perfect one! Let me just see if I can find it…here it is! FIREBALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What! Oh no! Wait!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that was the end of Arty the tree.
Fizban placed some flowers on the lonely grave. "Poor Arty, we hardly knew each other…"
"Come on Fizban we gotta go now…" said a nearby kender
"Tas where did you come from? Why are you here?"
"I'm here to wake you up because its morning and as to where I came from I came from Kendermore. It's a wonderful place really with doors my own size perfectly friendly citizens and lots of things to see and do and…"
"Lets go Tas…"
Fizban wakes up from his dream when Tas enters the story line, just letting you know...
So it wasn't that funny! I was rushed! I have to go to piano now and my bro wants to get on the computer to do little brother stuff. I also apologize for any thing boring, maybe it was just me but I found things getting repetitive. I also do not write long paragraphs as the more observant of you might have noticed. As for those of you who are scrolling back up to see what I mean…well lets not go there.
By the way I respond to everyone who reviews, but as I will tell you people I cannot fix spelling and grammar mistakes once I publish my work and can do nothing about it. But still review it gives me something to smack my head against the wall about!
REVIEW…NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
