Annabella had been on her grand adventure for three full days now. Her feet were wearing from walking so long and so far. She had long ago ditched her long, hard, wooden blow dryer and all her stilettos, and only carried the necessities with her. Yet, through all her anguish, she had never felt so much freedom.
She stopped at a fallen tree in a forest she was walking through to eat an apple. She gazed at through the gaps in the trees to the happy, blue sky. And who doesn't love a happy, blue sky? Annabella busied herself with thoughts of other blue items that made her happy... like blue birds and... ribbons and such. A rustle in the trees startled her out of her thoughts.
"Who goes there?" She called out.
"I go by Chloe, I am but a white person that happens to look a little on the Mexican side and because of this, I was banished from my conservative Baptist, Southern community. I'm on a journey now to make it to a sunny place with lots of hot Italian Seamen." She replied. She stepped out of a bush. Chloe was about 5 foot nothing and indeed looked a little on the Mexican side.
Annabella studied her from one quick flash, "Hot, Italian seamen, eh? Well come meet me, I'm Annabella. I've run away from my award-winning horse ranch to BECOME a seaWOman. We should head forth together!"
"Weeeeee! And so we shall! Yay!"
Annabella and her new friend started walking again... due East... to the hot Italian seamen.
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Along the way, Anabella and Chloe should encounter some ruggidly brazen Irish Seamen who try to prove they are better than some silly Italian Seaman, but fail rather embarassingly when it comes to fine leather boots, which they have no expertise in making, but say they do. However, Anabella and Chloe know a fiiine Italian boot when they see one, eh. That's right they do!
ReplyDeletei like how it trails off... like they're off to see the wizard, skipping along the way!
ReplyDeleteupdate please!
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