Storming out of the building, Jujube took the shortcut to get home. The shortcut has a little café along the way that sells donuts, coffee, tea, pastries, Danishes, muffins, cookies, pies and of course, cans of baby corn. Jujube stops there every day to steal a honey and ground beef donut from the kind, wrinkly old unicorn lady who's probably a gazillion years old. Her name is Madame Tooti-Frooti and she buys one donut everyday. Which Jujube steals....everyday. Is it wrong to steal donuts from old people. Nah, she's fat enough. Jujube came up to the café and saw as usual, Mme Toot sitting at the table by the window, the single donut untouched on her small plate. Jujube did his daily routine and trotted up to her table.
"Hello Mme, hope your having a nice day-gimme dat!" Jujube started his friendly greetings and quickly snagged the donut. She whinnied in pure confusion.
"Oh my! Oh my!" She'd forgotten her dentures, as usual and her wrinkly lips flapped around as she blubbered. Jujube laughed and pointed at the old lady.
"Haha I stole your donut!" He laughed. She cried and fell out her seat and thumped on the floor, like everyday. The force of her giant circular body hitting the floor forced a large fart out, a magical, sparkly, rainbow fart....like always. Everyday....same routine. She bawled and her short and flubbery arms waggled and flapped as she panicked, the fart smelling horrible. He handed her a prune to ease the pain of the sudden fart and she nibbled the prune viciously like an angry chipmunk. Jujube simply left the café and munched on his donut, leaving the weird old lady, to consume her prune in peace.
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The brawl of the cotton-candy-scented unicorns
Historical FictionDo you like battles? Do you like epicness? Do you like the smell of cotton candy? Then this is the story for you! An epic battle between two fellow unicorns in the land of Poots-&-Toots. The battle has started over a drastic mistake caused by one of...
