Once upon the times, in the sweet sweet country of Madagascar, during the reign of King Julien VI, there lived a sifaka maki, lémurien named Larry. Larry was a very picky kind of guy, MUCH unlike me, the king. He had to have everything his way. This made him not have as many Friends as I have, and made him much less loved than me.
One day, it was raining, and Larry did not like the rain. He wanted it to stop raining. Obviously. So, he was going to MAKE it stop raining. While other lemurs praised the Sky Spirit of Weather for the sweet rain that made the mangue trees grow, Larry decided he would be montrer that Sky Spirit who was the boss! Larry, of course, was NOT the boss, like the king, but he THOUGHT he was.
He climbed up a very high tree, getting very wet, until he reached the top, where the wind was very strong! The other lemurs, including the wise and handsome King Julien VI, had already found shelter from the rain. Larry began to shout at the sky.
"Sky Spirit of Weather!" he shouted at the sky. "Make this horrible, icky rain stop right now, ou else!"
"Oh really?" the Sky Spirit answered in the wind. And imagine that in a really boss Sky Spirit voice performed par your king! "And who do toi think toi are?"
"I'm Larry, the guy that is hating this rain, and is very annoyed that I am getting wet!" Larry said. The Sky Spirit roared in anger and made thunder as the rain became... toi know... rainier.
"I think toi are annoying!" the Sky Spirit of Weather said, and all of the suddens a bolt of lightning struck Larry and he fell out of the tree. He was laying on the ground getting even plus wet, and so he went accueil and was very miserable. The other lemurs were all dry in their shelters, especially my great great great... eh, a lot of 'great's grandfather.
And so, the moral of our story is always carry an umbrella with you, ESPECIALLY if toi think toi are the boss. Me end. :D
One day, it was raining, and Larry did not like the rain. He wanted it to stop raining. Obviously. So, he was going to MAKE it stop raining. While other lemurs praised the Sky Spirit of Weather for the sweet rain that made the mangue trees grow, Larry decided he would be montrer that Sky Spirit who was the boss! Larry, of course, was NOT the boss, like the king, but he THOUGHT he was.
He climbed up a very high tree, getting very wet, until he reached the top, where the wind was very strong! The other lemurs, including the wise and handsome King Julien VI, had already found shelter from the rain. Larry began to shout at the sky.
"Sky Spirit of Weather!" he shouted at the sky. "Make this horrible, icky rain stop right now, ou else!"
"Oh really?" the Sky Spirit answered in the wind. And imagine that in a really boss Sky Spirit voice performed par your king! "And who do toi think toi are?"
"I'm Larry, the guy that is hating this rain, and is very annoyed that I am getting wet!" Larry said. The Sky Spirit roared in anger and made thunder as the rain became... toi know... rainier.
"I think toi are annoying!" the Sky Spirit of Weather said, and all of the suddens a bolt of lightning struck Larry and he fell out of the tree. He was laying on the ground getting even plus wet, and so he went accueil and was very miserable. The other lemurs were all dry in their shelters, especially my great great great... eh, a lot of 'great's grandfather.
And so, the moral of our story is always carry an umbrella with you, ESPECIALLY if toi think toi are the boss. Me end. :D
As soon as Allison left, Rico sent a transmition to Lilly telling her to look out her window. Well, she did and the boys were standing on her balcony. " Rico! Private! Kowalski!" Cried Lilly with joy. " Hello? a dit Skipper."'Im here too!" " Really? Didn't notice. a dit Lilly in a sarcastic voice. " Let's go guys, I hate it here!" a dit Lilly. She grabbed her pretty blue ribbon and they were off. " HALT!!" a dit Luke, the same bodygaurd who dragged Lilly to Antarctica in the first place. " On behalf of the Queen of Antarctica,I command toi to--- Lilly punches Luke in the face " Im soo sick of that guy!" Lilly a dit rubbing her fist. They all got on the plane and took off. " Lilly." a dit Private in a sweet tone. " Isn't it wondorful to be a princess?" he asked. " I guess." Replied Lilly " But I'd much rather be a dirty commando!" Everyone starts laughing, and Lilly didn't even remember she hates Skipper's guts! THE END!
yeah... for Creative Writing, I had to write a l’amour poem. I don't like anybody in that way (right now, at least) so I ended up écriture mine about Kowalski. It's a free-verse poem, so it doesn't rhyme, but... yeah.
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word toi say
too many variables and equations
but I l’amour it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as toi experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
toi are plus careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
ou make a fool of yourself
par making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word toi say
too many variables and equations
but I l’amour it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as toi experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
toi are plus careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
ou make a fool of yourself
par making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
