A Goats Calling Note Once upon a somewhat long but not too far off tick tock on my wristwatch time ago, there lived a goat. This fluffy fanciful little creature lived beneath the festive skirts of a jolly mushroom. Yes, yes my dear friends, this goat was quite teeny tiny, and you would have to be teeny tiny to live beneath the skirts of a jolly mushroom. This goat was small enough that this said mushroom was more like a skyscraper to this said little goat. This goat’s name was certainly not Billie or Millie or even Bob. Nope. This goat’s name was…Igor. Now Igor had a very special talent. As you know, many goats have beards. Well, Igor’s beard was not like most goats’ facial hair, but was more like a cotton ball exploded on his face or a massive fro that grew in the wrong place. Igor’s talent came from this beard because it glowed at night like a firefly’s patooshie. His mother was bitten by a werefly of the fire and it was genetically passed down to her kid later on. Well then, one day, as Igor was prancing around his mushroom tower, he stepped in this mass of blue wadd….a sticky mass of mysterious blue wadd. What could this be?! Was this an alien from another fungus?! Was it a….a…oh no….it couldn’t be. It was….GUM!!!! But this he did not know. Frightened, Igor tried to run away but was instantly, well…somewhat rapidly entangle in the blue blob of mystery. Evening began to approach and there was Igor, tangled in a sphere of blue goo. His beard began to glow as darkness fell and he looked like a sticky, fuzzy, bright Christmas tree light. Suddenly, Igor heard a rustling in the grass. Something was coming! Igor braced his sticky, blue, fro facial-haired self for the hopefully not horrid worst. The grass soon parted and out popped a herd of smelly Dung Beetles, rolling their…ummm…. luggage. This troop of icky poo collectors stopped instantly as they saw this somewhat round and blue glowing blob of awesome that sat in front of them. Their problems were solved!! They adopted Igor as the “Rudolph” of their clan. These Dung Beetles could not see at night because they relied on the sun’s ultra violet rays to direct them to their designated paths. They had grown tired of stopping and they were tired of losing time because poo could not sit for long. Igor always wanted to travel and so the group of them rolled away, Igor picking up everything in his sticky little path. The Dung Beetles loved him! And they all lived happily smelly after! The End.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 23:32:08 +0000
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