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The filthy bear by Geoffrey & Jups

One day there was a potent mime. The potent mime was quite content to live in a Gaia and eat shoes.
Suddenly, there was a glamorous knocking sound coming from the Pizza. The mime jumped in fright. It decided to filter to the dung, and got there just in time to see a filthy bear standing there! The bear waved a flatulent boa and the mime turned into a nervous Larva. One quite unable to read!

The bear shimmered and disappeared, leaving a few peanuts in its place. The Larva picked up the peanuts and popped one into her gills. The gift of speech befell the Larva, who exclaimed,

“What a boring day! I think I shall pick snakes!”

Off went the nervous Larva, dirtily running and skipping, finally tripping on a benign telephone and toppling headlong into a potent poetry. Needless to say, it succumbed to a naughty death.

The moral of this story?

If you are thinking of becoming a mime, never open a dung until you are sure there is no filthy bear lying in wait.

Above all, live quickly. The snakes you eat may be your last!

*Got the link from Weird Wendelin’s blog*

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  1. Intriguing :). Here’s mine:The disgusting macdonald by Geoffrey & shash[Hit PRINT for a copy!]One day there was a adorable protozoa. The adorable protozoa was quite content to live in a dodo and eat footballs.Suddenly, there was a repulsive knocking sound coming from the napolean. The protozoa jumped in fright. It decided to punch to the leonardo, and got there just in time to see a disgusting macdonald standing there! The macdonald waved a loud attila and the protozoa turned into a clear triceratops. One quite unable to puke!The macdonald shimmered and disappeared, leaving a few atlanteans in its place. The triceratops picked up the atlanteans and popped one into her ear. The gift of speech befell the triceratops, who exclaimed,”What a incoherent day! I think I shall pick pigs!”Off went the clear triceratops, disengagely running and skipping, finally tripping on a fetid conch and toppling headlong into a adorable inkbottle. Needless to say, it succumbed to a modest death.The moral of this story?If you are thinking of becoming a protozoa, never open a leonardo until you are sure there is no disgusting macdonald lying in wait.Above all, live soundly. The pigs you eat may be your last!

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