Pitter pitter pat
the raindrops fell smooth on the earthen pot
as the velvety green castle swayed in the breeze
"'Tis a lovely day!" said Peter, walking briskly to a far away land.
"Yes, yes, it is indeed!" cried Genevieve as she hoed the garden.
"Do, oh, do come back another day!"
So went the day with greetings and calls,
Crossbills and pandas hailing to their foes.
What could be wiser?
What could be more awestruck?
These the thoughts of a pleasantly dirty maiden,
She walked down the woodsy pathway, her arms full of wildflowers and pancakes she had harvested from yonder valley.
Oh, how she longed to live in Yonder Valley from the deepest crevices of her soul to the highest tree on the hill.
All the prairies and meodows were sprinkled with daisies, lollypops and porcupine quills.
But could it really last forever?
Did she dare to hope? Oh, the arrows of failure threatened to penetrate her soul with echoing verses of melodic doubt.
A sudden noise behind her startled her, causing her to spin about.
It was the infamous gang of ninja bandit robins!
But she paid them no mind; this fair maiden had a master's degree in kung fu.
Disappointed to find they had snuck up on none other than the Princess Professor of Martial Arts Genius herself, the red-breasted ninjas turned and flew away to a more helpless victim.
Meanwhile, our pleasantly dirty maiden went on her merry way, singing a happy tune, oblivious to the boredom that awaited her around the corner.
Little did she know that nothing spectacular and adventurous would come her way this fair summer day in the land of Jangooloopoloose.
But alas, such a thing was not to be, for in the distance she heard children laughing as they played.
Oh, but they were coming her way! Her wimpy heart leapt with joy and hallucinations swarmed her frontal lobe and before she knew it, the two little girls were right in front of her.
"Good morning, Professor Dreamsalot!" the lasses chorused. "We are so happy to see you!"
"And I you!" our fair and pleasantly dirty maiden chirped. "Shall we go on an adventure, my dears?"
"Oh, yes! We would find that most splendiferous!" said the girls.
"Alright then," Dreamsalot instructed. "Hold to my pigtails!"
The girls did as she instructed and nothing happened, though the lady cried out in pain.
"My, wasn't that fun?" said Dreamsalot.
"Yes! Thank you, Professor!" the girls ran off with big smiles on their faces and anacondas at their heels.
"What shall we do now?" asked Sarah.
"I know! Follow me!" and her crimple-haired friend shot off like a boomerang in a catapult toward the nearest apple tree.
Nearby, the squirrels were attempting to escape a dire and diseaseful misfortune as twelve little boys of no more than fifteen years chased them through the vast wonderland that was the swamp of careless ages of mystical fairies and tons of forefathers who once lived in some place near here somewhere.
They shouted and cursed and barked and screamed; they squirmed and they hissed and they yodeled and they jousted;
Still the relentless lads would not leave them be!
These boys had been chasing them for nigh on four years now. Ah, well, 'twas their lot, I suppose.
That's when Lady Dreamsalot came across a marvelous snake of extreme proportions and extraordinary luck!
The porcupines and beavers had gathered around, and now they stood deathly still, awaiting the speech of their magnificient friend. After two years and a few square dances, the snake cleared his throat to speak. Then they drank wine and feasted for nine days, and he finally spoke.
What he said, no one knew, for not a soul there spoke the ancient tongue of his motherland or his fathership. But they thought him most delightful, nonetheless. And he loved them as if they were his lunch.
The velvety green castle glistened and whistled in the distance.
"I must go!" said Lady Dreamsalot. And she ran to meet the railroad conductor at the gate.
"You are late, m'lady," he assumed.
"My dearest condolences, my lord," said the maiden, pleasantly covered in dirt.
"My you look lovely in that pleasant dirt," said the conductor. "The least minister will be most pleased."
"Thank you, ugly maniac, sir," she responded.
What proceeded after that is beyond knowledge and compared to lesser myths and legends of society to no end with no end in sight.
But when the girls saw the professor again, they were proper ladies of society all decked in pearls, diamonds, and spades.
I only mention this because you don't care and the moose are gathered to meet them every noon at three in the morning with a tissue for each to sneeze.
But that is of little consequence when our fair maiden professor all pleasantly covered in dirt is living with the skunks and famous scorpions featured on all the nearest billboards of the kingdom's freedom fighters.
And that is where our story ends. The End.
the raindrops fell smooth on the earthen pot
as the velvety green castle swayed in the breeze
"'Tis a lovely day!" said Peter, walking briskly to a far away land.
"Yes, yes, it is indeed!" cried Genevieve as she hoed the garden.
"Do, oh, do come back another day!"
So went the day with greetings and calls,
Crossbills and pandas hailing to their foes.
What could be wiser?
What could be more awestruck?
These the thoughts of a pleasantly dirty maiden,
She walked down the woodsy pathway, her arms full of wildflowers and pancakes she had harvested from yonder valley.
Oh, how she longed to live in Yonder Valley from the deepest crevices of her soul to the highest tree on the hill.
All the prairies and meodows were sprinkled with daisies, lollypops and porcupine quills.
But could it really last forever?
Did she dare to hope? Oh, the arrows of failure threatened to penetrate her soul with echoing verses of melodic doubt.
A sudden noise behind her startled her, causing her to spin about.
It was the infamous gang of ninja bandit robins!
But she paid them no mind; this fair maiden had a master's degree in kung fu.
Disappointed to find they had snuck up on none other than the Princess Professor of Martial Arts Genius herself, the red-breasted ninjas turned and flew away to a more helpless victim.
Meanwhile, our pleasantly dirty maiden went on her merry way, singing a happy tune, oblivious to the boredom that awaited her around the corner.
Little did she know that nothing spectacular and adventurous would come her way this fair summer day in the land of Jangooloopoloose.
But alas, such a thing was not to be, for in the distance she heard children laughing as they played.
Oh, but they were coming her way! Her wimpy heart leapt with joy and hallucinations swarmed her frontal lobe and before she knew it, the two little girls were right in front of her.
"Good morning, Professor Dreamsalot!" the lasses chorused. "We are so happy to see you!"
"And I you!" our fair and pleasantly dirty maiden chirped. "Shall we go on an adventure, my dears?"
"Oh, yes! We would find that most splendiferous!" said the girls.
"Alright then," Dreamsalot instructed. "Hold to my pigtails!"
The girls did as she instructed and nothing happened, though the lady cried out in pain.
"My, wasn't that fun?" said Dreamsalot.
"Yes! Thank you, Professor!" the girls ran off with big smiles on their faces and anacondas at their heels.
"What shall we do now?" asked Sarah.
"I know! Follow me!" and her crimple-haired friend shot off like a boomerang in a catapult toward the nearest apple tree.
Nearby, the squirrels were attempting to escape a dire and diseaseful misfortune as twelve little boys of no more than fifteen years chased them through the vast wonderland that was the swamp of careless ages of mystical fairies and tons of forefathers who once lived in some place near here somewhere.
They shouted and cursed and barked and screamed; they squirmed and they hissed and they yodeled and they jousted;
Still the relentless lads would not leave them be!
These boys had been chasing them for nigh on four years now. Ah, well, 'twas their lot, I suppose.
That's when Lady Dreamsalot came across a marvelous snake of extreme proportions and extraordinary luck!
The porcupines and beavers had gathered around, and now they stood deathly still, awaiting the speech of their magnificient friend. After two years and a few square dances, the snake cleared his throat to speak. Then they drank wine and feasted for nine days, and he finally spoke.
What he said, no one knew, for not a soul there spoke the ancient tongue of his motherland or his fathership. But they thought him most delightful, nonetheless. And he loved them as if they were his lunch.
The velvety green castle glistened and whistled in the distance.
"I must go!" said Lady Dreamsalot. And she ran to meet the railroad conductor at the gate.
"You are late, m'lady," he assumed.
"My dearest condolences, my lord," said the maiden, pleasantly covered in dirt.
"My you look lovely in that pleasant dirt," said the conductor. "The least minister will be most pleased."
"Thank you, ugly maniac, sir," she responded.
What proceeded after that is beyond knowledge and compared to lesser myths and legends of society to no end with no end in sight.
But when the girls saw the professor again, they were proper ladies of society all decked in pearls, diamonds, and spades.
I only mention this because you don't care and the moose are gathered to meet them every noon at three in the morning with a tissue for each to sneeze.
But that is of little consequence when our fair maiden professor all pleasantly covered in dirt is living with the skunks and famous scorpions featured on all the nearest billboards of the kingdom's freedom fighters.
And that is where our story ends. The End.
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