Story two: I tried to get a tan.
(I got too tired of people saying I was pale, then making fun of me for it. As written by the hand of King Olly.)
It's my turn, as I have a fair share of odd stories myself. This one happened a few weeks ago when a Koopa Troopa had made jokes about my pale skin tone with a friend of theirs. I went over to Daisy and asked her what I could do.
"Well, you could just fold yourself with a darker skin tone, if you can do that...I recommend getting a light tan."
"Could you tell me what a 'tan' is?"
Daisy gently rubbed her arms. "Like me! I have a tan. And Hole Punch too! It's more like a deep tan, but yeah. You want to be a little less pale, right? Then you should try one! Here," she handed me a coupon, "this place does tans. You should try there."
I accepted it and looked at it. The coupon was "fifty-percent-off" of a tan. I asked what it was for and Daisy went into a ten-minute talk about what a tanning salon was. I told her that was too much information, and too much work, then left to go do the tan myself.
I know this now, but not then, that the sun was very much sentient and very, very mad. I unfortunately had to learn that the hard way went I took a plane to Sarassaland to do the tan plan.
Once there, a folded myself a beach chair, changed into a bathing suit, and found a nice (very hot) spot in the desert. I closed my eyes and dozed off for a bit.
I had awoken when it was becoming too hot that I could no longer stand the heat. I sat up and noticed that the ball of gas was significantly larger than before and closer to the horizon line.
"Did the sun start setting already? But why is it so large now...?" I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was only noon, so I was even more confused than before. I wasn't even getting a tan yet, so I dozed off, thinking I was dreaming.
I woke up once more to find a large angry face slowly coming right towards me! I instinctively ran, putting my clothes back on during my flee. (I had unfortunately left my beach chair, but I could always just fold another. I cannot, however, fold another pair of my clothes because Roseanne bought those for me and they were not origami!)
It was the sun with the angry face, and it was chasing me. I had no idea why, but I didn't want to be burnt to a crisp! I had tried to take shelter in a building but...nobody told me that it would chase you inside.
To make a short story even shorter, I got second-degree burns on my entire paper, and hopefully when it clears up, I'll have a slight tan.
(I did, but I spent three days having lotion and sunblock put on me every few hours and that was not fun or worth it. NOTE TO SELF: When Daisy offers you a coupon for a tanning salon, LISTEN TO HER!)