scraping the dead flesh and guts from underneath her claws, the alphabet picked up her tricycle and was on her way. she was rollin through town and everyone looked at that artichoke like she was the sun shining in their innocent eyes (when you don't have sun glasses on). arzoolea, thinking they were all showing hate (haters are horrible. i mean *starts crying* what did i ever do to them?) runs over them. not over TO them. just runs OVER them. with her tricycle.
she laughed a quite graceful laugh. she laugh was throaty and genuine, that's all i can say. (it was like the sound a dog makes right before it barfs.)
soon, the paparazzi (aka police) comes and takes pictures (mug shots) of her. but, asparagus doesnt wait around for long. she peddles her tricycle away faster than, well, someone peddling a tricycle away. (i mean, like little kids (and me occasionally) use those things, and their little legs cant really move to fast.) this started a wonderful chase, and somehow (dont ask me how), apatosaurs out-peddled them, even after she got tasered for the 5th time. so you all are probably wondering, how is arzaylea even famous? well. this is the story. everything else is a lie. this, my friends, is how she started to attract hot guys. jk. ha.
