Karoline x Kevin

KEEEVVIIIIIIIN!!!

As Karoline was walking home from work, she stumbled upon a crossroad. To her right, she was met by the smell of something sweet, while to her left she was met with the stench of fossile gasses and noisy oilspilling aluminium blocks. The ice is melting and the polar bears are dying so stop, purchase a bycicle, and stop taking the bus, and the train, and spending time on twitter, but you can still listen to one direction and red hot chili peppers, and maybe Shawn Mendes, but stop, wasting, energy!!!! Ahem Ahem. With time in her hands and a sense of adventure, Karoline took the path to the right, but was that the, right, thing to do?

She continued down the winding path, and ended some place familiar. The 100 acre woods, and in those woods, she was met by a large, fat, yellow, wrinkly, smelly, ass. And as the ass turned around, she was met by a wrinkled, fat eyebrowed, yellow, face.

Winnie the Pooh...

A feeling of nostalgia, shivered down Karolines spines, as Winnies sirty mouth turtned into a grin, but because of the many wrinkles, it looked more like the snarling of a hungry beast. Although she thought she'd come over the traumatic experience of beeing a useless bee, and although she thought she had adapted to her power as a human, she was still powerless in the face of honey and Winnie.

As she had done months before, Karoline began running again. She didn't even have time to realise the twigs and branches that scratched her face. Before she knew it she was on the ground, staring up at Winnie's beady black eyes.

Slowly, he knelt down to her, grinning as he did. A sense of dread painted Karoline's face, as she feared what was to be. But before that fear could become a reality, a pigeon showed up behind Winnie the Paedophile. Karoline, too scared to watch the outcome of her fall, didn't see as Winnie got a karate chop to his head.

Suddenly, she heard a loud flop, and when she opened her eyes, a tall handsome man-pidgeot- was hovering over her. She gladly took his outstretched hand, and silently stumbled into his embrace, too tired to stand after the incident.

The mysterious pidgeot-man- carried her in his arms, up to the pumpkin where she lived, because yes, he knew where she lived. He layed her down on her orange bed, and watched her sturdy breathing, as she flew around in Dreamland.

When she once again awoke, she was met by red eyes.

The eyes of Kevin.