"Tell me a story."
"Child, I'm too tired."
"Tell me a story!"
"Child, I have nothing to say."
"Please, please tell me a story."
"The birds and the bees, child, the birds and the bees."
"What about them?"
"They are a marvelous thing. They both fly through the air; free as can be."
Then his grandmother descended into the stiff mattress, sheets and pillow as she passed to the other side...of the wall. Where the secret meeting of prankster grandparents awaited. Forever loving the pranks and jokes they play on their unsuspecting devil-grandchildren that need to be taught a lesson because their spoiled ways were slowly corrupting the pirkle-lighted diminishing world.
The world of no creativity and unsurpassed frenemies of the disruptive political scandalous leaders wherein death happens all too often.
The prankster grandparents sat back and enjoyed the view...
"Child, I'm too tired."
"Tell me a story!"
"Child, I have nothing to say."
"Please, please tell me a story."
"The birds and the bees, child, the birds and the bees."
"What about them?"
"They are a marvelous thing. They both fly through the air; free as can be."
Then his grandmother descended into the stiff mattress, sheets and pillow as she passed to the other side...of the wall. Where the secret meeting of prankster grandparents awaited. Forever loving the pranks and jokes they play on their unsuspecting devil-grandchildren that need to be taught a lesson because their spoiled ways were slowly corrupting the pirkle-lighted diminishing world.
The world of no creativity and unsurpassed frenemies of the disruptive political scandalous leaders wherein death happens all too often.
The prankster grandparents sat back and enjoyed the view...
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