Story #33, in which we return to find Doug on his way up.
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Friday, February 24, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Here's another story from Mall Diva. Click on the audiopost to hear the sad story of Fred and Frank.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived two brothers. The first brother's name was Frank, and the youngest brother's name was Fred.
Fred and Frank loved everything in the world. They cried if they even saw a wasp that had been killed by some mean person who squirted it with wasp spray. They cried when they saw a smushed flea, if one of their guests smushed a flea. They cried if one of their guests smushed a cockroach.
They loved everything. Everything and everything. Their house was full of animals. Cockroaches, fleas, and every other kind of animal. They loved little animals especially: cockroaches, fleas, and ticks. Of course, they got a lot of bites, and their guests didn't like it very much, but they were happy.
One day, they went out into the heart of the forest, and they saw a dragon. And they thought it was dead! And they began to cry. And their cries were so loud . . . that the dragon awoke--and burned them up [cries and dragon sounds].
And that was how Fred and Frank died.
Weirsdo's definition: pest (n.): Whatever gets under the skin of the beholder.