The reeds were a big family, living in the shallow waters. They were thankful for all the turd the water brought to them. There was the tallest of them, Mr. Reeds, tugging his mustache, thinking long about the future of his family. He was worried about the young reed dallying with the Dahlia. He was happy about the little reed growing up to a perfect aquiline form. But then again he was distressed to see the thickets thronging the area. He wanted to stop their growth. He wondered if throwing imprecations at them would shunt their growth. But then, he was a family man. He looked at Mrs. Reed, coddling with little little reeds. He noted in his mind to have a meeting with the thickets and the decide borders. The cantankerous old Read was wilting beside him. Mr. Reed thought of the huge responsibilities he had ahead of him.
What was i thinking when i started this story about the family of Reeds?. Where will i take it now?.
Haha .. guess i'll have to summon a character wearing a gauze veil and wielding a sickle. That. ;)
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2 comments:
exactly how lame?
fab that way, though :D
hehe ..
that's my super power bony.
with that great power comes great responsibilities.
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