Bear and Giraffe were lost in different parts of the jungle. It was getting dark and they were both a little worried. They were beginning to hear scary, unfamiliar noises all around them, too far away for them to see the source, but close enough to be terrifying.
As they tried to run from the howls and screeches, they (literally) bumped into each other. Each one thought he was about to be assaulted by the other, and they began to fight. Giraffe's neck got much shorter with his head being bumped hard into the trees over and over again. Bear had several wounds which had to be stitched up later.
Each one was so intent on leaving the other as bruised and battered as possible that neither of them noticed Zombie approaching. By the time they did, it was too late.
They had to be tranquilized indefinitely. Zombie has their brains now, and I have their bodies.
There they are.
To anyone who's wondering what on earth that was all about, I share your sentiments, because honestly, I don't know.
I happened to draw a picture of one tiny corner of my room and thought I'd write something to go with it. Wrote that in a couple of minutes and haven't really bothered reading it through after finishing, so if you think it's lame, you're probably right.
I happened to draw a picture of one tiny corner of my room and thought I'd write something to go with it. Wrote that in a couple of minutes and haven't really bothered reading it through after finishing, so if you think it's lame, you're probably right.
But hey, it's still better than Twilight!
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