WARNING: THIS STORY WILL NOT MAKE SENSE TO THOSE WHO ARE SANE.
P.S MAY HAVE WORDS NOT FOUND IN AN ENGISH DICTIONARY......UNLESS I WROTE THAT DICTIONARY :-P
A life in a place of icing covered ginger bread houses, skating on hot chocolate, jumping over gummy bears and sleeping on marshmellows was a life an Angel had. Taken from the sweet dreamy haven of magical books, flying dolphins and smiling cherries. Now given the life of talking dogs, purple kangaroos, stripy smelling air and flowery water.
Time came for the new Rabbit to be brought to the mystical lands by the Bear. At the time of the newly arrived Rabbit the child of the Bear and the Lion, the Angel met the Dragon.
The Dragon and Angel played games of blue ice-creams and hip hop donkeys, fun up on the sun to be tree topness and fluglejack. The Dragon asked the Angel to promise a frizle dizle secret to keep the bombtastic fun games and strawberry looking stories to only few the Angel trusts.
The Angel and the Dragon lived happy matty lives in there frimpy dimple world of love doodle doveness and free diddlydy top on the hat. Untill the Clowns of the Monster took the Dragon from the Angel, and left the Angel a life of blubdy bloop and fible blue.
Not soon after the Dragon was taken, the Angels haven was eating alive by a volcano, the volcanos tounge licking at the sunshine and grass. The Angel now lost of a flipple simple domple tromple memory sack and snozy wozy hugle wugles. The Angels wings broken and bleeding from the fall from the fluffy white gummdrop heaven.
Confuzled to the rainbow degree, the Angel tried and tried to fly again, only to fail without a doubt of success.
Two jumps of the lollipop later, the Angel found the Kitten in the geeky reeky class room of fluffle puffleness. The Angel was not a fool, the Angel knew the Kitten had claws, very sharp claws, but the Angel saw more of the frizzle dazzle Kitten. Soon after the Angels and the Kittens tick tock nicky nocky encounter, they became as close as twin pops on an icey pillow....untill the Angel was to wonder through a dark disty dom forest.
The Angel felt alone and confuzled to the rainbow degree, the Angel needed help with the drippidy drops and the ouchy boos in the dingle dangle bangle holder.
At that time, the Angel met the Lamia and the Prince. The Lamia and the Prince became the Angels candycanes of holding upering. The Angel was on the way to unicorns eating fluffleduff, but then the Angel met the Butterfly and the Bee. The Butterfly and the Bee were friendly with the Angel, coodle bop games and tell hushy hushness....but then the Butterfly didnt like the Angel and the Bee stubg the Angel.
Now the Angels hushy hushes are with the Butterfly and the Bee, the Bee tells the Angel her wings are not wicklenickness and are plop drip flugle crud and the Angel shouldnt have wings. This made the Angel feel troople dumbis and the drippidy drops came again dancing with the ouchy boos.
The Angel didnt know what to do, so the Angel told the Kitten, the Lamia and the Prince all the hushy hushes and all the flippy flop wazledacks of badness.
Now the Angel is flying up to the skies againg with healing wings and the Lamia and the Prince to help along the way, to sunny the shine more to the water on the cupcake, the Angel met the Wolf and is in hopes to be deedly dee with the Wolf.
