The Beatles Short Stories

Strawberry Fields Forever

This one was also requested by PunchedTheBurrsar. I hope you like it!
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"Ahh, what a beautiful day! I've always loved to go strawberry picking, haven't you lads?" Paul beamed, his face giving away his utter excitement as he surveyed the fields of strawberries.

"Oh yes, it was one of my favorite things to do when I was six," John replied sarcastically as he pretended to tremble with happiness.

"Shove off, John," Paul giggled with a roll of his large eyes.

"Yeah, John," Ringo slurred with a hiccup. "Leave poor little Paulie alone. He's just reliving his childhood. You know it's been like 600 years since he was a young boy," he finished as he clumsily patted Paul's shoulder.

"Ringo?" George chimed in, his expression incredulous whilst he studied Ringo's spacey face. "Are you...on something?"

Now, you may think George's insinuation a bit cruel and very assuming, but, if you'd been in the car as the four lads had made it to the strawberry fields, you'd know that Ringo had been acting quite tipsy.

It all started when he went to roll the window down in the back seat of the car.

He and Paul were sharing the backseat, for George and John were sitting up front, and the drummer was simply getting too hot, and so he wanted the window opened. He unfortunately had a bit of trouble with doing so, though, therefore he asked Paul for his help.

Paul immediately agreed, and leaned over Ringo to try his hand at getting the window down, but it was then that an unfortunate debacle occurred.

Ringo had seen a deer.

Now, seeing a deer doesn't sound that bad, does it? Well, you'd be right to think so, but it was the fact of the window and Paul that changed things.

As soon as the drummer saw the animal, he immediately began to shriek and point, which scared the other three Beatles to death—especially Paul, who let out a yelp as the window rolled all of the way down.

Before a walrus could blink, Ringo let out another yell, and Paul came crashing out of the opened window, his head and chest literally hanging out of the moving vehicle.

"Ahhh!" he screamed, his dark mop top blowing into his eyes, which momentarily blinded him.

Meanwhile, other drivers were passing the Beatles' car, gawking and staring at Paul, who looked quite the sight, what with his flailing arms and panicked face as he hung out of the window.

"Mummy?" one little girl asked her mother as they passed the Beatles' car. "What's going on over there?"

"What, Dear?" the mum asked her daughter sweetly with upraised eyebrows.

"Look!" the child declared as she pointed to Paul.

"Oh, dear gosh!" the mother cried, trying to regain her control on the wheel, for she was quite startled to see such a happening. "Honey," she began whilst she turned towards her child, "look at Mummy, okay? Don't look over there."

"But, Mummy, that man is flying!" the girl laughed giddily.

"No, he's not, Dear. He's just on drugs or something," the mother explained with a scoff.

"Mummy, what are dr...uh...drugs?" the little girl inquired innocently.

"Oh, honey, they're really bad, and they make you lose your mind."

"So," the child replied, obviously pondering her mum's words, "does that mean you take them?"

Obviously flabbergasted and partially amused, the mum firmly replied, "Drink your juice, Susan."