[BOOK 1 OF THE CFSR&B SERIES]
This story is about how there is more tribes, but then they realised that they looked like the funk trolls. Different looks, beats, music, singing, etc.
Living at the very far end of the funk territory lives cosmic funk...
C F S R & B ! Get up and groove to this wild beat! None of us wants to be alone! So get on your feet! This will be you new paradise! C'mon and roll the dice! (Man, I rolled a four.) (I rolled a six.) (I have eight!)
You're doing great! Now put some food on your plate! (Why are you always hungry?) (Nah man I'm always in the cosmos~) (How about on a train.) (And don't forget about boulders!) ('Ight.)
Asmic! Jandel! Kar! And Nox!
Now come inside this Soul paradox! (Don't forget about rocks!)
!!!BOOM!!!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Meanwhile in C.F. treetops...
What a beautiful day! The birds are singing. The triplets are up to mischief- WAIT!
Mischief?
Why on this beautiful day?!
This is a HORRIBLE day!
Maybe because it's monday?
Eh.
You kiddos should go outside. Everyone who hates the outside world, join the club.
Now, those who stayed to read the chapter; Follow me!!!!
Just kidding.
You can't.
I'm just a simple narrator trying to get paid.
...
Please don't say I have a country accent.
I already live a life in the YEEHAW state.
Speaking of state.
You guys better skedaddle on now.
...
Oh me oh my the country is coming right out of me.
Shoo! Go on now! There we go. I think the country is gone- oh no IT'S BACK!!!
