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Make a story...5 words at a time...I'll start...
The sun was shining in...
The sun was shining in...
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Yet another synopsis of this riverting soap...
The sun was shining in...freeola land and then the fairies and pixies decided to jump up and grab some large, delicious black Shiraz grapes. Suddenly, one of the grapes changed into the most beautiful little gem that they had ever seen. However, the gem wasn't all sparkly and pure, as expected. It was knobbly and resembled a bag of potatoes. This strangley confused the poor little mites, who began to shudder with regret, so decided to make some french fries instead.
But just as they peeled,a rotund Freeola pixie said "Beware, that be the Poootatoooo of death. May contain nuts."
Shock and stunned at these revelations, the pixies decided to search the potato for nuts. One pixie discovered a huge cockney worm. Suprised, he shouted "Here, look a cockaknee worm!" To which the worm replied "I aint a cockaknee, I'm a full blown Kneesdon worm!"
One of the pixies also found a large pile of diabetic chocolate crumbs with extra helpings of melted chocolate sauce sprinkled with hundreds and thousands! Hidden within a crumb was the p**sed off cockney worm, who really was not one, that yelled at the top (of his voice)
'BEHOLD, IT IS I, THE...KNOCK KNEED KNEESDEN WORM KING!'
The pixie, obviously afraid of this hideous, screaming, wriggling worm...decided to take a bite out of a nearby crumb to calm his nerves before he took his pixie citizenship and gain the badge he desired.
The badge began to glow a bright blue and emit a piercing ray of raw beef and onion crisp fragments that glowed eerily in the moonlight that begun to shine. A lonely wolf howled longingly as the beefy onion fragments coagulated in the garlic sauce.
The smell of this mix wafted a rush of aromatic lily petals, five feet away from the stunned freeola pixie. To his own surprise, he carefully reached down to pick ....up his potatoes,
chocolate crumbs, beefy onions and garlic sauce.
What was he going to do with all of this? A wave of inspiration came over him, he knew what he had to do so he looked up towards the sun, shimmering in the distance, gliding towards the moon and decided to do what he had to do.
He raced over to the nearest pixie telephone box and dialled "The Freeola Pixie Emergency Number". He finally got through after, being redirected to Freeola Gnomes,...this displeased the Freeola pixie, but his pecker was up.. and his pop tarts were red hot and sickly sweet, so on with the task thought the freeola pixie.
He began to sort out his wheat from his chaff and crammed them into different pockets (edited by Stupid Pixie here) before he picked up the phone directory and dialled another....number, Pixie Insurgent Support Section. A rather officious sounding pixie picked up and mumbled into the phone, "Wot u want i was trying to sleep!" (This is where the tale goes pear-shaped!) with a gnome! it cried. Well, what a brilliant revelation!
How can i help you? When suddenly he implied that.... he could possibly be of ancient Godly decent from the Superior Pixie, L. A. Trine. Realising what he had just heard, his heart lifted and ....remembered the RED SPLAT Badge that was pinned to a large wooden block in the middle of the road where the little Hobbits used to wait for the Hobbiton bus. It had been a long time since a bus had run over any small children. That rather upsets the flow, thought the Freeola Pixie, as he walked over to
the...wooden block holding the badge
The sun was shining in...freeola land and then the fairies and pixies decided to jump up and grab some large, delicious black Shiraz grapes. Suddenly, one of the grapes changed into the most beautiful little gem that they had ever seen. However, the gem wasn't all sparkly and pure, as expected. It was knobbly and resembled a bag of potatoes. This strangley confused the poor little mites, who began to shudder with regret, so decided to make some french fries instead.
But just as they peeled,a rotund Freeola pixie said "Beware, that be the Poootatoooo of death. May contain nuts."
Shock and stunned at these revelations, the pixies decided to search the potato for nuts. One pixie discovered a huge cockney worm. Suprised, he shouted "Here, look a cockaknee worm!" To which the worm replied "I aint a cockaknee, I'm a full blown Kneesdon worm!"
One of the pixies also found a large pile of diabetic chocolate crumbs with extra helpings of melted chocolate sauce sprinkled with hundreds and thousands! Hidden within a crumb was the p**sed off cockney worm, who really was not one, that yelled at the top (of his voice)
'BEHOLD, IT IS I, THE...KNOCK KNEED KNEESDEN WORM KING!'
The pixie, obviously afraid of this hideous, screaming, wriggling worm...decided to take a bite out of a nearby crumb to calm his nerves before he took his pixie citizenship and gain the badge he desired.
The badge began to glow a bright blue and emit a piercing ray of raw beef and onion crisp fragments that glowed eerily in the moonlight that begun to shine. A lonely wolf howled longingly as the beefy onion fragments coagulated in the garlic sauce.
The smell of this mix wafted a rush of aromatic lily petals, five feet away from the stunned freeola pixie. To his own surprise, he carefully reached down to pick ....up his potatoes,
chocolate crumbs, beefy onions and garlic sauce.
What was he going to do with all of this? A wave of inspiration came over him, he knew what he had to do so he looked up towards the sun, shimmering in the distance, gliding towards the moon and decided to do what he had to do.
He raced over to the nearest pixie telephone box and dialled "The Freeola Pixie Emergency Number". He finally got through after, being redirected to Freeola Gnomes,...this displeased the Freeola pixie, but his pecker was up.. and his pop tarts were red hot and sickly sweet, so on with the task thought the freeola pixie.
He began to sort out his wheat from his chaff and crammed them into different pockets (edited by Stupid Pixie here) before he picked up the phone directory and dialled another....number, Pixie Insurgent Support Section. A rather officious sounding pixie picked up and mumbled into the phone, "Wot u want i was trying to sleep!" (This is where the tale goes pear-shaped!) with a gnome! it cried. Well, what a brilliant revelation!
How can i help you? When suddenly he implied that.... he could possibly be of ancient Godly decent from the Superior Pixie, L. A. Trine. Realising what he had just heard, his heart lifted and ....remembered the RED SPLAT Badge that was pinned to a large wooden block in the middle of the road where the little Hobbits used to wait for the Hobbiton bus. It had been a long time since a bus had run over any small children. That rather upsets the flow, thought the Freeola Pixie, as he walked over to
the...wooden block holding the badge
wooden block holding the badge.
he walked over to the
,thought the Freeola Pixie, as
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