Presenting...a short story by Isaac and Brianna
Here's what happens when we get bored.....if you don't like, try harder to amuse us.
Once upon a time in the far-off kingdom off Isaacville, there lived a beautiful young woman named Briannawannatutu. She liked turnips and cake. Her life was a happy one, filled with bunnies, lollipops, and EVIL stepmothers. Yes, two. They were lesbians. Lesbian, evil setpmothers. Ok, so it wasn’t all happy.
One day Briannawannatutu was a fetchin’ some firewood to grill peacocks upon from the nearby peacock farm, when she came upon a little midget of a man name Squeek. “Hello, Briannawannatutu!” ”How did you know my name,” she cried in a shocked and surprised voice. “I know a lot about you,” said Squeek, in a squeeky and high pitched voice. “For instance, I know that you have two evil lesbian stepmothers and a pet chinchilla. And that you have the most beautiful singing voice in the kingdom.” “Why, that’s all true,” exclaimed Briannawannatutu. “You must be a magical little midget man!” “Yes, it’s true.”
“I come to you, because I see that you are miserable and I want to exploit your beautiful voice and make lots of money off of your voice, which will surely become famous if I am your manager. I want to be your musical pimp, if you will. Will you call me your sugar daddy?” All of a sudden a gigantic beaver jumped out from behind a large tree and hit the little magical midget man, with a large bamboo pole. “Don’t listen to this magical midget man,” shrieked the beaver! “You’re better than this! Just try and overcome the adversity of your upbringing and you can make it on your own!” With that the beaver scampered away, after whapping the magical midget man one last time with the bamboo pole. “That little brown beaver was right. I don’t need a music pimp. I can do it my self!” And with that, little Briannawannatutu picked up her bundle of firewood and went home.
In a few years she had developed enough as a singer to leave her evil lesbian stepmothers and make it one her own. She lived happily ever after. The magical midget man was eaten by a bear. The end.
Once upon a time in the far-off kingdom off Isaacville, there lived a beautiful young woman named Briannawannatutu. She liked turnips and cake. Her life was a happy one, filled with bunnies, lollipops, and EVIL stepmothers. Yes, two. They were lesbians. Lesbian, evil setpmothers. Ok, so it wasn’t all happy.
One day Briannawannatutu was a fetchin’ some firewood to grill peacocks upon from the nearby peacock farm, when she came upon a little midget of a man name Squeek. “Hello, Briannawannatutu!” ”How did you know my name,” she cried in a shocked and surprised voice. “I know a lot about you,” said Squeek, in a squeeky and high pitched voice. “For instance, I know that you have two evil lesbian stepmothers and a pet chinchilla. And that you have the most beautiful singing voice in the kingdom.” “Why, that’s all true,” exclaimed Briannawannatutu. “You must be a magical little midget man!” “Yes, it’s true.”
“I come to you, because I see that you are miserable and I want to exploit your beautiful voice and make lots of money off of your voice, which will surely become famous if I am your manager. I want to be your musical pimp, if you will. Will you call me your sugar daddy?” All of a sudden a gigantic beaver jumped out from behind a large tree and hit the little magical midget man, with a large bamboo pole. “Don’t listen to this magical midget man,” shrieked the beaver! “You’re better than this! Just try and overcome the adversity of your upbringing and you can make it on your own!” With that the beaver scampered away, after whapping the magical midget man one last time with the bamboo pole. “That little brown beaver was right. I don’t need a music pimp. I can do it my self!” And with that, little Briannawannatutu picked up her bundle of firewood and went home.
In a few years she had developed enough as a singer to leave her evil lesbian stepmothers and make it one her own. She lived happily ever after. The magical midget man was eaten by a bear. The end.