now, rumors had it that on the mountain top lived a very smart wise Kangaroo. He's known as the GooRoo...
it was said that GooRoo was over 500 years old and came to the mountains because of the "Dingo Berries" pandemic. It was also said that GooRoo was on the great Marred Sue Appeal trial where he won the case that women that carried purses are NOT considered Marsupials...but he got into a bit of trouble by calling them wombats... either way, these were just rumors for no one has ever really seen GooRoo... in the meantime, back at the swampy marsh, Tumble tried desparately to get Globin's attention. She would tumble,mumble,bumble, and even offered a gumball to Globin but Globin was paying her no mind... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (:D mist, it's great to see you writing! :D) |
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What none of them even suspected was what GooRoo carried in his pouch.....a large spray can of OFF!
*whisper...running late here....will report in later. :grouphug: |
There are a million questions
and a million small things to say. Is it wrong to feed on the humans, or were we just made that way? The parents consider it sacred. The brother just thinks it is fun. I think it might be immoral... but am I the only one? What if the humans have feelings? What if the humans have souls? I know that it sounds unbelievable, but the wondering takes a large toll. I asked the wisest of my kind. I asked the silliest bee... but Tumble has eyes only for Globin and will not listen to me. So I decided to take a long journey a quest for the karmic replies Will GooRoo in all of his wisdom have words to put rest to my "whys"? Tumble keeps chasing my brother I eat mouse blood, and chase down a rat... read the Daily Fauna Factoid and I wonder.... just what is a wombat? Each answer leads to more questions each question leads to lost sleep I know only one thing for certain. It would be easier being a sheep Hemo Mosquito ( with the help of a Duck) 2/17/09 |
that's an awesome poem...
you and david should do poetry tag...LOL or Poetry Jib Jab....hmmmm...stop giving me ideas... :thud: well, I am not sure where we're going with the story. If anyone feel like they want to start fresh, feel free...:) (((HUGS))) for the broom... |
Now GooRoo, being a very wise marsupial, knew that Hemo was on the mountain top, seeking wisdom. And being wise, he also knew that FEAR must be overcome if one is to find their true place in life and live by the beat of their own drum.
GooRoo was also very musically talented, by the way. He had a drum in that pouch of his too. He watched Hemo from a distance! He had plans for that can of Off that he was carrying.....:D In the meantime, Platelets and Plasma had set off across the ocean with visions of those meaty tourists in their hearts. Platelets said to Plasma, "Look, I see storms in the distance. I think we are headed into some strong headwinds!" They held each other close as they buzzed into their future. |
alas...the storm was too rough so Platelet and Plasma decided to make a stop.
They didn't know where they were but were fortunate enough to run into another couple of fellow tourists. Rhett and Motha, the moths. Rhett and Motha had trotted all around the globe and were from Harlem... 'twas night so Rhett and Motha offered to take Platelet and Plasma to the near by roach motel... as the couples talked, flew, and had fun, they saw two lights coming their way...Motha decided to fly up close to take a closer look... By the time Rhett yelled out, "watch out, Motha!!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" it was too late.... Motha was gone with the windshield.... |
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