Getting old is an everyday job. Today Joe is going twenty five. It is the golden age for an active businessman like him. His carreer is wide open to him and his expectation can be high. It's twentyfive and all the chives.
The little white rabbit was confident he could get along with the old Joe bear. He thougt he could go on farting his little carrot farts, the odorless ones, without bothering him. But, wrong he was, oh so wrong, he heard him and a bear with ears is a bear that hears.
Dreaming that she might be coming tonight, he does have a few hopes. He already had tried a few times to get to know her better, but the occasion has never been comfortable enough. Today he felt more confident. This is Jake walking, he is happy end hopes well.
Slugs have a strict code of conduct. According to their individual talent and caracter, they will expect to have a job position where they can express themeselves best. The terrible extra midget slug could readily expect to sell soft ice at the local luba park.
The desert is dry, is hot. The sand followed the wind. A few birds of prey where cruising around in the search of some carcass. Everything was as usual, except for the cactus. The cactus was not where it should. Someone had to do something.
Like when in an earthquake, the earth was vibrating. The windows didn't break but the distorted views through the glass gave some weird appearance to the usually calm neighbourhood. Outside, it was chaos. Rumble in the basement, stay home.
Slow, brown, with two telescopic eyes, making bubbles along its path, going forth like a snake but without all of its glory, this is not a snail even if it looks like.
The whistling of the turbo was constant, the rumor coming from the exhaust pipe added the rest. What a sensation you did get with this fantastic convertible. The roar of the eight cylinders, back and forth, sliding and thumping like precisely. Eightyfive kilometers an hour where nothing, what was left was plentyful.
As every first tuesday of the month, the festivities will include some of the most daring acrobats, the fantastic bearded twin swede top models, and as once and always, the ever popular bull parade and slug cruisade, straight from the old tradition of the stubudoriunostaveros tribe.
Breakfast being te most important meal of the day, it is important to have an adequate amount of ll the daily nutrients. Sour grapes and blueberry juice are important in the balancing of your diet. To be fit, this is a good start.
Ten years ago it was pretty hip to be out of tune. It was sort of a way to express one's individuality and uniqueness. Now the times have changed, it isn't hip anymore, false tune is out. Out, period.
When you look at yourself in the mirror, it's as it had never been. Your eyes are far, your mind is too, you see your skin and it cracks, it scratches too. The aches, the pain, and your hairs are dark. You've got black hairs, no blond, yes blond. Times change, you too.
They had a few years before of them. The crew was prepared both physicaly and mentally, they had enough citrus to fight scurvy, they knew the prize they could expect if they did make it alive until the end of their journey. They where sailing around the world, and the seas go away.
Red with little black dots on the back, she flies through the skies. From one flower to another, she bounces and bounces up as a fly. In a few minutes she will meet the crow. She then will still be a small lady bug but dead.
Hell yes, you bet. I'm in.
Wooh that felt good. Riding and cruising across the lands, driving in a straight line, the slow motion of the cylindrical idle, the purring and the growling where only symphony to me. And I forgot the best, the wheezing of the turbo, fast and nervous, all my mind needed where four wheels and a turbo.
Right here in the savannah, there where many Lions and a panda. No, not Zebras and a panda, not crocodiles and a panda, not elephants and a panda, not monkeys and a panda, no, but maybe giraffes and a panda. No, just kiddin', it was lions and a panda.
Anyone that sold little seeds in the twenties was automatically catapulted to the higher ranks of society. One of the prosperous ones was named Sam. It was Sam the sesame salesman.
Impossible! It is impossible to have you be freed when you get eaten. You're a trained city oyster, you will never be able to be happy in the open sea. For a sea molusk, oyster heaven is geographically limited, in an aquarium, oyster heaven in an aquarium.
The animals only come out of the darkness at night to drink at the pond. The predators are however not asleep, and the risk is high for one to come out of the bush and satisfy his hunger. But all the animals want is a sunset and a kiss.
The broom is nice, but it isn't as efficient as what modern technology has acustomed to. There are many new technologies for us modern-men that make our daily life much easier. The vacuum cleaner ain't one of them. It's noisy and still has to be strolled around the house. What we modern homo-sapiens need is A vacuum cleaner for the true revolution to begin.
No, it is impossible to make a sausage using only a soapbox. It has been tried many times, that is indeed true, but for each time a failure. This is sad but realistic.
That's a happy fact. After years in the no-foreplay zone, we are back on the good tracks with loads of smooth and mellow, tons of pink and purple. It's true romantism is back in trends.
Handy as can be, a brass ensemble can not be as powerful without the trumpets of Zunglob. They are mighty loud and mighty good.
Since I was aware of myself, I liked to stay at a distance. It is much more confortable to stand away, to stare at the scene while the others move in and ramble. I like to hide, I like it that way.
Really, it's true, I've got that itch. It's really bothering, the more I feel it, the more I want to grab it and scratch it, my right ear scratches me.
As common knowledge would put it, the objects one states can sometimes be incorrect and thus induce comprehension errors. It is also true that orange juice is not a fruit but from a fruit. Some would even go further as to state it is of a fruit, but I would reply that it is in fact in the fruit.
This is a fact. There graveyard is full of fun, there are so many things to do. It is a quiet place with space, many nice plants, lots of stones, peaceful trees, benches (important, never forget), sometimes even small bridges and false wells. Yeah, yeepee.
Bee, beee said the small white and soft quadrupedes. Moo, mooo said Sam the big old bearded sheppard in a try to stay convincing. The sheeps however did not understand cow-speak well, and therefore they all jumped off the cliff into the ocean. The water was pretty warm, they spent the rest of the afternoon sun bathing.
Then again he had to run over the corpse. There was fear in the air, the night was dark and there where nobody around to seek help. What could he do? To run was the only hope. Far away he could guess the lights from the freeway, but hey the hope is nothing, they are too fast. The donuts will get you.
