Unearthed during cleaning
Aug. 14th, 2007 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadydaveSo apparently I wrote this in 8th grade. I'm not sure why...
"Oh my gosh! The building is falling!" cried a squirrel. More concerned with the fact that I could hear a squirrel talk than that a structure was in imminent danger of collapse, I stopped in my tracks.
"What?"
"What are you, deaf? I said the building's going to collapse!"
I stared at the squirrel in total confusion. Maybe I'm hallucinating, I thought.
"How do you know?" I asked. "Are you psychic?"
"Actually, I prefer the term precognitive, but it's more or less the same. My name is Fred, by the way."
I continued to stare at him. This was extremely weird. "Why are you talking to me?" I asked, bewildered. "What did I do?"
"Actually, you are about to be hit on the head with a pineapple from a cargo plane from Belize."
"Huh?" I managed to say, before I was hit on the head with a watermelon.
"Oops," said Fred. "Sorry." Then I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, no on would believe that I saw a psychic talking squirrel named Fred. I walked dejectedly down the street.
"My life stinks," I said.
"You better believe it," said a chihuahua. "Watch out for that brick. The building is collapsing."
FINIS
"Oh my gosh! The building is falling!" cried a squirrel. More concerned with the fact that I could hear a squirrel talk than that a structure was in imminent danger of collapse, I stopped in my tracks.
"What?"
"What are you, deaf? I said the building's going to collapse!"
I stared at the squirrel in total confusion. Maybe I'm hallucinating, I thought.
"How do you know?" I asked. "Are you psychic?"
"Actually, I prefer the term precognitive, but it's more or less the same. My name is Fred, by the way."
I continued to stare at him. This was extremely weird. "Why are you talking to me?" I asked, bewildered. "What did I do?"
"Actually, you are about to be hit on the head with a pineapple from a cargo plane from Belize."
"Huh?" I managed to say, before I was hit on the head with a watermelon.
"Oops," said Fred. "Sorry." Then I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, no on would believe that I saw a psychic talking squirrel named Fred. I walked dejectedly down the street.
"My life stinks," I said.
"You better believe it," said a chihuahua. "Watch out for that brick. The building is collapsing."
FINIS
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Date: 2007-08-15 08:27 pm (UTC)Watch out, Dave! The TARDIS is ringing!
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Date: 2007-08-15 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 02:53 am (UTC)