It was blue Glue that called the fight. He stepped out into the rain with his dukes up. And with out warning the man of the hour knocked in the teeth in of the weakest. His name was Mr. CooKoo’s house. He lay dead, and only this Blue Glue was a suspect. I yelled really load at the night, cuz the Mr. Was the one they arrested that stormy night and not ma’al. Nope I said.
A week later, a woman called me named Avil. She was a small little woman, more like a 12 year old girl. But luckily, this woman was a fairy, and fairies are 20 times older than their fairy age. So there for she faceable, and that’s all that mattered.
The woman I was staying with, who was a squirrel of course. But her named escapes me at this time. She was not English, but she was from nowhere else but there where she came from. We watched dance music through the nights, as the crickets song along. In the swamp, we lived. But there were others that would not think the same way. Their names where the boogoossainfans. Yes sir, they would say as they rapped our little children. We gutted them when we caught them. We danced in their blood and guts in front of the whole town to show that their actions were not expectable.
The Blue Glue was not very happy when his 97th son was caught and rapped. He tracked down the samboogooagrewgoo, who’s name changes every paragraphwhoo. The queen came down one bright sunny day. We were having a blood bath like usual. She was pissed. She said the samboogooagrewgoo’s where right in what they did. The Blue Glue was caught and put in chains, in front of the whole town. They’re little kids flicked him in the nose in passing, and the adults pissed in his eye in standing. We were pissed, me and the nameless squirrel. No one does that to the Blue Glue.
We snuck in late at night, and removed this Blue Glue’s hand, but later reattached it. Damien got a choke, and died. But that is no ones business. Fore the Glue Blue was free, and so were we. We ran down to the country shore, and had mad orgies in the cold morning sand. No one could ever experience the experience I had that night. But they tried to. They stamped me down and tried to pull grip out my members with sharp pincers while pouring salt in my eye.
When I came back to the real world every thing had changed. Were best friend was screwin your best girl. And your worst girl was screwin your dad. So it’s all the same in the end. But I was free. When I got back to the hill, I found it was gone. 500 years had passed, and it only seemed like 346. <give or take>. This Blue Glue was long dead, with no new eras where born to reclaim. The squirrel’s name which I now remembered as Phea’onna, had also died. She laid somewhere in the river, buried by her neighbors but not her phantom children. The queen was also there, but unlike everybody else, she was not dead. She was completely alive. Healthy as a new born. We all screamed as this paragraph got longer.
But the new born kids would agree that tomorrow is another day, and another day to hear the rest of the story. Nighty Night!!!