Are you all seated comfortable, too square on your botty ? Then Ill begin Now of course, like all real life stories, this also begins, once upon a ti-to. And Happiness Stan, whose life evolved near a femerald coloured dreamy most, had his pure existance and his being in the deep joy and the multi colour of the rainbold. Oh yes. His home was a victoriana sharowbold, and this is the fourwheelful of sst sst out the backgrove. Now as Eaved and his deep approachey, his eye on the moon, all time some time deep joy of a full moon scintilating dangly in the heavenly bode, but now only half. Oh blow your cool man, he dood this deep thoughcus. What is the folly of this half disappearing of the moony most. And as the light did a scintilading change through timely most, stopped still, and he did a deep thoughcus. What ! Absloutely smashing flaked he was. So gathering all behind in the hintermost, he ploddy ploddy forward into the deep fundemold of the complicading forry to sort this one out matey. Where at Man he thoucus, where at Man...... oh dear. Now after a little lapse of time, Stan became deep hungry in his tumbload. Oh, after all he struggly tricky out several milode, and anyone would suffer under this. So suddenly he dood a deep thoucus, out with his lunchy bag,just about to do a little nibbload of his mincy meaty, when... Now the fly was overwelmed by this deep generosity of Stan, to give give give of the foodage. Cause all life lassk ssk suf of the foodage, ha! He look at Stan and said. Is there anything I can reciprocale, or do in the joy of return for your generosity, for giving me food and stuffy? Stan, Im looking for the other half of the moon and dangly, This is my folly, show me where the missing half of that moon. I dont know, said the fly returnly, but I know someone who know, if only I were big enough to transporty most. I would take you there myself, I would do this. And Stan, having the possey power of the Magicold, Ah, standed over, roley out the sleevey, wavely hand, hovery hovery hovery hovery and out with these magic wordy. If all the flys were one fly, what a great enormouse flyfelolifer that would bold, oh. And there, incredible but oh dear, hovery hovery. Now the fly recalled with these wordage. Not only will I transportnum there, but I will sing it a deep joy of a songload in your eardroves. That I will Do. And so, seaty comfortable on the back of this enormous buzzymost of the fly, voooop, they tooked off, like an escaped velocy of the rocket floatin into orbit yeah. Now after floating high hup, over the mounty, through the deep valley of thats, for seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat belly landiny, if I may put it this way. Where they landed, a tranquil beauty spot, before a deep fundamold of a forry. Like August in the undergrowth, there it was. And the fly said it, I must leave you here, and he pointed here, with his sort of fly type fingold, it was all feathery feathery, and said. Mad John, mark me words. He liveth in a cave there, in this far deep forry, and he will transport for you, and find it, not only the moon itself, which you looked, but the philosophy of life to itself. And Stan had a mutual joy for this, and reach up and cudlymost of this big fly, and very hard to embrace it and mode mmm qff qff kissy, and the fly tickled him with his whiskers in his eardrome. And off he went. And so Stan, walked towards the cave, and in his mind, mark me word, Mad John, deep thoucus on this, all a tremblode, looking into the dark, and peering into the backgrove of black in there, and then, appeared, Mad John, in fine fine foldy silken robes. All whitely hair, scintilating beard and dangly, well the beard must have been 24 years old, to grow it and grow it, all night lode, what! And he was glowing, with a friendly light, oh dear, joy, and a voice full of the Cockney Cockney Cockney, all joy of life and living, eminate from the cockload of his heartstrings. Called to see you man ha, whats been your hang-up man hu, I waiting seven whole days for ya, not still worried about this scintilating moon and dangly, huh, hu? Stan, ye, ye, yes, thats why I sortning you out here, tripply tripply out on the back of this fly who told me, huh. And John, linked arms with him, and walking out steppa by steppa, and he pointed with a Cockney forefingold, there, up in the heavenly bode, what! Stan realized, now, which it struck him like a smacker o blueidy, which coming out ffst turn you never thoucus before. As the sun rise in the early morny, so the recall of the moon in the eve, ah, and he thought. Now, the fly had something extra special you thoucus to say to me, if you hold. And John, looked happy, and attracting his earnestly of his eyebolds, straight nose to nose and eye to eye, hold for it, Of course, I nearly forgot it, just you listen. So remember, the very special words. Happy day long toylytown newspaper reading chuckly smile. They all have a lovely turn. Gnomespain, Huckelberry fickel tickel my fingold, huh, boy blue left his horn stuffin under the settee, and brought his melotrone, and freaked them all out. Oh what a mindblast. Jacky Jill, knees up Mother Brodie. Oh what a joy of a trickley howathere. So I hope youll turn out three quarters half as lovely wont you wouldnt half and enjoy it. Study cool wont ya.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 05:24:17 +0000
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