...WERE ARE PERFECTLY SANE!!!!!!!!!
Heya! I am at Kristy's house! *minion dance* oO...I haven't done the minion dance in a long time...*does the minion dance 50 thousand times* Whew! That was tiring! *ponder* Did you know it is really hard to not right something that expresses my anger at Morgan right now! *EXPLODES AGAIN* Grhum...pretty flowers, fluffyness...happiness....GASP! How prettyful! *blink* We are sane, yes we are. Where is Kristy? Where is Kristy? La la la! Oo...she is cleaning! *cries* I miss Mr. PLate. Why did I have to murder Mr. Plate? I murdered Mr. Orange and I murdered Mr. Plate and I murdered Mr. Grape! But that is okay...CAUSE ONCE AGAIN WE HAVE A NEW FRIEND!!!! *pets the new friend* Ooooooooo! Such a cwute wittle fwiend! AWWWWWW!!!!!!!! Want to know his name? DUM DUM DUM! Our new friend's name is MR. MANDARIAN ORANGE CUP! He is sitting there...just staring at me so galiently! (what does galiently mean?) Yes...so, since we had a story about Mr. Plate and Mr. Grape...we OF COURSE HAVE TO HAVE A STORY ABOUT MR. MANDARIAN ORANGE CUP! ...(Kristy's dad says Mr. Mandarian Orange looks like Mr. Peanut...NEW FRIEND! *starts plotting the demise of Mr. Mandarian Orange*)
HERE STARTS STORY!!!: Once, on a beautiful sunny day, there was a rather large field of Mandarian Oranges! The Mandarian Oranges were happy and they sang to the sun of how happy they were! Once the Mandarian Oranges were plump and juicy, "humans" came to "harvest" them. One particualar orange (Mr. Mandarian Orange in fact)will be focused on in this story. Mr. Mandarian Orange was plucked from his tree (just a little prick was all he felt...don't worry) and carried out of the field. Mr. Mandarian Orange was placed in a "crate" and the crate was placed in "Toyata." Together, Mr. Mandarian Orange and Toyota traveled across the country. On the way, the Toyota stopped at a "plastic factory" and the "human" went inside. After a few glorious moments of Mr. Mandarian Orange singing to the entire world how happy he was to be in the back of a Toyata, the "human" came back out and placed next to Mr. Mandarian Oranges's crate, a crate with Mr. PLastic Cup in it! The "human" then brought out a crate with Mr. Plasic Lid in it. The three sang in joyous harmony about how happy they were to have met each other. Eventually, the toyata arrived at another "factory." The three crates were taken inside and Mr. Mandarian Orange began the process of becoming the orange inside the Mandarian Orange Cup. He was placed on a "conveyor belt" and he soon began singing of how happy he was to be experiencing the process of processing. His peel was stripped off of him and he was happy to feel the wind touching his bare fruit. He traveled further down the line and soon found himself being sliced into bite sized morsels. This made him feel like a million pieces. As he reached the end of the "conveyor belt" he fell into a basin of sugar water and mandarian orange juice. He was swished and swirled and flipped and flopped in the basin...he truely believed it was the most wonderful bath he had ever experienced. Then, him and the sweet juice was poured into Mr. Plastic Cup. He had missed Mr. Plastic Cup and was overcome with joy to be reunited with his friend. Next, Mr. Plastic Lid was placed on top of the two and they were overcome with overcoming joy to once again be together. They renamed themselves Mr. Mandarian Orange Cup. They were placed in a "18-Wheeler" and taken to a Wal-Mart in "Jonesboro." There, a nice lady bought Mr. Mandarian Orange Cup and took him to her house. A girl took Mr. Mandarian Orange Cup downstairs where another girl was. They played with him and petted him for a few minutes then...for MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MINUTES one of the girls wrote a story about him. They then grew bored and plotted him demise. They decided to pour his contents into a hole they dug in the back yard and then bury him. Poor Mr. Plastic Cup and Lid felt very sad and lonely. The two girls stared at them and began to plot there demise as well. BURN THEM! So the two were burned and melted and one day they will possibly be used for little plastic army men or something. Hey, you never know. So finally, after digging in the dirt, many sore fingers, and very bored brains...EL FINE!
(Two notes about the story: 1.) Yes, it was me that killed Mr. Mandarian Orange.
2.) Mandarian Oranges, Plastic Cups, and Plastic Lids WERE hurt in the making of this story!)
Until Later.
Forgotten Poet
HERE STARTS STORY!!!: Once, on a beautiful sunny day, there was a rather large field of Mandarian Oranges! The Mandarian Oranges were happy and they sang to the sun of how happy they were! Once the Mandarian Oranges were plump and juicy, "humans" came to "harvest" them. One particualar orange (Mr. Mandarian Orange in fact)will be focused on in this story. Mr. Mandarian Orange was plucked from his tree (just a little prick was all he felt...don't worry) and carried out of the field. Mr. Mandarian Orange was placed in a "crate" and the crate was placed in "Toyata." Together, Mr. Mandarian Orange and Toyota traveled across the country. On the way, the Toyota stopped at a "plastic factory" and the "human" went inside. After a few glorious moments of Mr. Mandarian Orange singing to the entire world how happy he was to be in the back of a Toyata, the "human" came back out and placed next to Mr. Mandarian Oranges's crate, a crate with Mr. PLastic Cup in it! The "human" then brought out a crate with Mr. Plasic Lid in it. The three sang in joyous harmony about how happy they were to have met each other. Eventually, the toyata arrived at another "factory." The three crates were taken inside and Mr. Mandarian Orange began the process of becoming the orange inside the Mandarian Orange Cup. He was placed on a "conveyor belt" and he soon began singing of how happy he was to be experiencing the process of processing. His peel was stripped off of him and he was happy to feel the wind touching his bare fruit. He traveled further down the line and soon found himself being sliced into bite sized morsels. This made him feel like a million pieces. As he reached the end of the "conveyor belt" he fell into a basin of sugar water and mandarian orange juice. He was swished and swirled and flipped and flopped in the basin...he truely believed it was the most wonderful bath he had ever experienced. Then, him and the sweet juice was poured into Mr. Plastic Cup. He had missed Mr. Plastic Cup and was overcome with joy to be reunited with his friend. Next, Mr. Plastic Lid was placed on top of the two and they were overcome with overcoming joy to once again be together. They renamed themselves Mr. Mandarian Orange Cup. They were placed in a "18-Wheeler" and taken to a Wal-Mart in "Jonesboro." There, a nice lady bought Mr. Mandarian Orange Cup and took him to her house. A girl took Mr. Mandarian Orange Cup downstairs where another girl was. They played with him and petted him for a few minutes then...for MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MANY MINUTES one of the girls wrote a story about him. They then grew bored and plotted him demise. They decided to pour his contents into a hole they dug in the back yard and then bury him. Poor Mr. Plastic Cup and Lid felt very sad and lonely. The two girls stared at them and began to plot there demise as well. BURN THEM! So the two were burned and melted and one day they will possibly be used for little plastic army men or something. Hey, you never know. So finally, after digging in the dirt, many sore fingers, and very bored brains...EL FINE!
(Two notes about the story: 1.) Yes, it was me that killed Mr. Mandarian Orange.
2.) Mandarian Oranges, Plastic Cups, and Plastic Lids WERE hurt in the making of this story!)
Until Later.
Forgotten Poet