WALMART IS TERRIFED BY THE SOUND OF.... Music?
WHO: Wales and Seychelles
WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, October 11th
WHERE: Walmart. Always low prices. ALWAYS.
WHAT: Throngs of screaming people are scared away when two strangers burst into song (AND DANCE) in the middle of the Frozen Foods Isle.
RATING: 10/10, Baby~
Soy Milk. Eggs. Cane Sugar. Frozen pizza. Do, A deer... a female deer.
Now what the list again? Ah, yes.
Soy eggs. Milk sugar. Frozen Cane. Pizza. Re, a drop of golden sun.
Dewi abruptly froze in front of the glass doors of the Dreyer's Ice Cream shelf, wishing that he had taken the time to jot down the list he was somehow mixing up with the lyrics to Do, Re, Mi. He contemplated the chocolate chip cookie dough carton on the third shelf from the top when his mind attached the words Soy and Milk together and drew him away from the horrid dairy product to the outer isles where the blue and brown cartons of the grocery awaited.
Once placed ever so nicely in his blue Walmart basket, the Choir Director pressed his lips into an 'o' shape and whistled the first few lyrics to the Sound of Music song that had been haunting his cranium since the day the board approved it.
Mi, a name I call myself...!
WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, October 11th
WHERE: Walmart. Always low prices. ALWAYS.
WHAT: Throngs of screaming people are scared away when two strangers burst into song (AND DANCE) in the middle of the Frozen Foods Isle.
RATING: 10/10, Baby~
Soy Milk. Eggs. Cane Sugar. Frozen pizza. Do, A deer... a female deer.
Now what the list again? Ah, yes.
Soy eggs. Milk sugar. Frozen Cane. Pizza. Re, a drop of golden sun.
Dewi abruptly froze in front of the glass doors of the Dreyer's Ice Cream shelf, wishing that he had taken the time to jot down the list he was somehow mixing up with the lyrics to Do, Re, Mi. He contemplated the chocolate chip cookie dough carton on the third shelf from the top when his mind attached the words Soy and Milk together and drew him away from the horrid dairy product to the outer isles where the blue and brown cartons of the grocery awaited.
Once placed ever so nicely in his blue Walmart basket, the Choir Director pressed his lips into an 'o' shape and whistled the first few lyrics to the Sound of Music song that had been haunting his cranium since the day the board approved it.
Mi, a name I call myself...!