Bedtime Stories For Children

A Rainbow Rider's Fall to Yorn

Raina be a rainbow rider n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch lives up in tha sky and, whenever sunshine n' drizzle come together, she rides they rainbow down ta earth. Raina's trip may be only a moment or last nuff minutes yo, but it be always magical. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch glides all up in tha air on top of tha rainbow n' slides down its arch until it reaches tha ground. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! As a rainbow rider, Raina possesses a special spirit, filled wit color n' light. Da joy n' wonder of her trip is conveyed ta tha ghetto below n' stirs emotion up in mankind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Even tha busiest individual, when faced wit a rainbow n' tha vibe of Raina tha rider, will pause ta appreciate nature's dope gift fo' realz. Afta her journey, Raina is called back up ta tha sky. There she remains wit tha elements, up in a place between tha cloudz n' tha twinklin stars, until it comes time again n' again n' again fo' her ta glide over tha flavas ta tha ground below.

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Raina often looked down all up in tha land, as it rushed up ta hook up her rainbow. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch wondered bout tha playas she'd glimpse n' they way of game. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch knew it surely was different from hers up in tha heavens. Raina thought mankind must not have much color up in his wild lil' freakadelic game or be straight-up horny. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch knew playas on earth didn't always appreciate nature which was why she existed as a rider.
While Raina was curious, da hoe belonged ta tha elements n' followed they rules. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch believed up in tha order of tha ghetto n' accepted her place within dat shit. Da most blingin rule was dat a rainbow rider is only felt n' never peeped by mah playas on tha ground below. No rider eva broke dis rule, until tha dizzle dat Raina fell tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit tha end of her rainbow n' tha fuck into tha hood of Yorn.
Travelaz passin all up in tha hood of Yorn remember a cold-ass lil charmin place, filled wit kind playas whoz ass trip off game's simple pleasures. They start they dizzle wit a warm drank n' greet one another wit a smile. Yorn sits nestled up in between two big-ass mountains whose tops is covered up in a soft purple mist.
One particular day, it had drizzled fo' a time over tha village, givin tha soil a soft, steady drink fo' realz. Afta awhile, tha drizzle stopped, tha cloudz cleared, n' tha sun shinned its light all up in tha moist hood air.
Boris tha baker was hurryin home ta take a cold-ass lil cake outta tha oven, when he'd paused ta peep a pimpin' rainbow up in tha distizzle yo. Dude had been like cross dat day, afta havin burned two batchez of bread up in his freshly smoked up oven; however he felt delight upon seein tha rainbow n' forgot all bout tha blackened buns.
Da postman, Mista Muthafuckin Potter, was wrestlin wit his thugged-out lil' packages n' dropped dem up in a puddle wit a funky-ass big-ass splash. Frustrated, he picked dem up n' was bobbin off tha wet parcels when da perved-out muthafucka spied tha rainbow. When his wild lil' fuckin eyes settled on tha soft flavas curvin above, da perved-out muthafucka smiled n' no longer cared bout tha damp boxes up in his hands.
Also seein tha rainbow dat dizzle was lil Grace Elizabeth, whoz ass was havin a funky-ass birthdizzle jam dat afternoon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Grace Elizabeth was a aiiight girl, whoz ass enjoyed paintin wit wata flavas n' smokin fresh peaches. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had big-ass blue eyes n' bouncy brown curls n' would play fo' minutes wit Clementine, her fat orange pussaaaaay yo. Her mutha was waitin fo' tha baker ta finish Grace Elizabeth's cake while her dope ass decorated tha doggy den wit pretty bows n' balloons. Grace Elizabeth was chillin all up in tha garden gate, pickin some flowers ta brang inside, when her big-ass booty saw tha shimmerin flavas above. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch felt a rush of joy n' a sudden swoosh up in tha air round her n' shiznit fo' realz. A light seemed ta be comin down from tha sky, like a lil' small-ass sun, n' dat thugged-out biiiatch closed her eyes against its brightness.
Grace Elizabeth heard a thump up in tha direction of tha rose bush n' opened her eyes. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looked all up in tha bush n' its leaves was bobbin n' branches quiverin as if suttin' landed up in dat shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch went over ta tha bush n' saw da most thugged-out dunkadelic thang! Inside there was a luminous girl, bout her size, whoz ass looked straight-up strange. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was dressed up in flowin robez of swirlin flavas n' was radiatin light. Da hoe had soft violet eyes, long golden afro which floated round her up in a sunny cloud, n' skin tha lightest shade of pink. Da hoe was startled ta peep Grace Elizabeth n' straight-up surprised ta be up in tha rose bush.
"Don't be afraid," Grace Elizabeth holla'd ta tha girl, "Everythang be all right. What tha fuck iz yo' name, biatch? Do you need help gettin outta dat bush?" Da hoe just looked at Grace Elizabeth but didn't seem frightened.
"Yo ass betta talk, biatch? Do you KNOW me son?" Grace Elizabeth asked.
Da hoe nodded her head n' then holla'd hesitantly, "Yes, I do. I've heard all of tha languagez of tha ghetto cuz mah rainbows have rocked up all over dis biiiatch." Biatch stood up n' carefully freed her muthafuckin ass from tha bush. Rayz of light shinned all up in tha air as her big-ass booty shook rose petals up her golden hair.
Grace Elizabeth was enchanted by tha girl's bright beauty. "What tha fuck iz yo' name?" she asked, "Is you some sort of sorceress?"
"Hoes call me Raina," tha hoe holla'd proudly, "I be a rainbow rider n' shit. We live up in tha sky above n' share tha joy of our trip down tha rainbow wit mankind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! My fuckin rainbow hustled mah crazy ass here but I slid too quickly n' must have fallen off." Biatch holla'd wit some surprise. "It's never happened ta me before." Biatch explained.
Raina looked at wide-eyed Grace Elizabeth, "What do they call you here, biatch? And where is dis place dat I've landed?"
"Hoes call me Grace Elizabeth," she answered, "And dis is tha hood of Yorn, so check it before ya wreck it. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I didn't know rainbows had ridaz but I'm straight-up pleased ta hook up you, biatch."
Raina thought fo' a moment. "I straight-up much like tha purple mist round yo' mountains n' tha blue of yo' eyes. I wonder" dat thugged-out biiiatch continued, "Do you be thinkin I could look round a lil' bit before I go back, biatch? I've only peeped tha ground before from a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distance." Biatch glanced up all up in tha sky fo' a moment but all seemed on tha fuckin' down-low.
Grace Elizabeth was delighted ta spend time wit dis special girl. "Of course you can," her big-ass booty holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "I be even havin a funky-ass birthdizzle jam todizzle n' would ludd fo' you ta come. I've never peeped mah playas like you before."
"Yo ass aint supposed ta peep me," laughed Raina, "You're just meant ta feel what tha fuck I be feeling. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat I would straight-up much like ta stay anyway....just dis once."
Da two hoes smiled at one another then Grace Elizabeth took Raina's hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da freshly smoked up playaz strutted round tha pretty garden. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Raina marveled at all tha colors. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch lay on chronic grass n' laughed at yellow bees buzzin on pink flowers. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch smoked dope red strawberries n' ran her fingers all up in rich brown soil. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch paused ta pet orange Clementine n' put her grill up ta tha wind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Raina smiled, "Da wind feels tha same ol' dirty here as it do up in tha sky." Biatch holla'd happily.
Da rest of dat afternoon, they talked bout they lives n' shared tha secrets up in they hearts, as only lil' hoes can do. Raina busted lyrics bout how tha fuck dat shiznit was ta live up in tha sky n' tha joy she felt as a rider n' shit. Grace Elizabeth holla'd at of tha carin playas up in Yorn n' how tha fuck aiiight dat biiiiatch was wit her muthafathas, playas, n' Clementine.
When it came time fo' Grace Elizabeth's party, Raina climbed up tha fuck into a funky-ass big-ass oak tree which sat up in tha backyard n' overlooked tha house. "I cannot allow mo' playas ta peep mah dirty ass." Biatch explained ta Grace Elizabeth. "But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat I wanna stay here n' peep fo' awhile fo' realz. Afta yo' party, it is ghon be time fo' me ta bounce tha fuck out."
Storm cloudz was gatherin n' Raina knew, afta tha rain, a rainbow is ghon be busted fo' her ta ride home.
From her seat up in tha tree, Raina heard Grace Elizabeth's playaz n' crew rap a funky-ass birthdizzle song. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch saw dem give her pretty presents n' embrace Grace Elizabeth wit aiiight hugs. Raina was touched by tha warmth n' ludd they had fo' her playa yo, but it ain't no stoppin cause I be still poppin'. Grace Elizabeth snuck outta tha doggy den n' handed up tha fuck into tha tree a piece of Boris' birthdizzle cake. Raina smoked tha soft yellow cake n' smiled wit delight as tha sugary frostin melted up in her grill.
Afta tha last of tha revelers, called they good-byes ta Grace Elizabeth n' tha drizzle stopped, Raina floated down from tha tree fo' realz. A rainbow could be peeped up in tha distance.
"Do you straight-up gotta go Raina, biatch? There is so much mo' I wanna show you, biatch." Grace Elizabeth holla'd.
Raina replied, "Yo ass have already taught me all muthafuckin day.. n' you KNOWS mankind didn't feel happinizz or have any color up in his ghetto n' I was wrong. Yo ass also flossed mah crazy ass how tha fuck special it is ta git a gangbangin' playa n' I'ma carry tha feelin up tha fuck into tha sky wit mah dirty ass."
Raina embraced Grace Elizabeth. "Whenever you peep a rainbow, be thinkin of mah dirty ass." With that, she left Grace Elizabeth's garden n' went down tha path which hustled outta tha village, up in search of tha rainbow's end.
Time passed n' Grace Elizabeth grew up in Yorn but she never forgot bout Raina. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch remembered tha reason fo' ridaz n' hustled ta not just peep nature but ta feel from dat shit. Grace Elizabeth closed her eyes ta tha beauty of a funky-ass breeze n' let sunshine warm both her skin n' spirit, n' I aint talkin bout no muthafuckin Jack Daniels neither. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch reflected on raindrops n' smiled seein a sunrise. Grace Elizabeth was filled wit joy n' didn't need tha emotionz of a rider n' shit. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat when her big-ass booty saw a rainbow dat biiiiatch would feel suttin' unlike any suckas-the closenizz of a gangbangin' playa.