Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
“So, there’s this SEO expert right,” said Snake.
“Right,” replied Spectre.
“And he walks into a bar,” said Snake.
“OK,” said Sprite.
“Bars” said Snake.
“Mmhmm,” said Spectre.
“Pub. Public house,” said Snake.
“Oh god,” sighed Sprite.
“Irish bar, beer, drink, alcohol, wine, liquor, spirits,” continued Snake.
“It’s like being on LinkedIn,” whined Sprite.
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“Murdered!” gasped Fuen.
“Afraid so,” sighed Cloud. “Officer of the law, I believe.”
“I can’t believe it,” said Fuen.
“I’m afraid it’s true” said Cloud. “He shot the font in the back before making his escape on a duck.”
“Wait,” paused Fuen, “he shot a font?”
Cloud nodded. “He shot the Serif.”
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“Oh, I’m just stressed,” mumbled Sprite.
“I find walks in the evening refreshing,” sighed Red.
“Well I find watching the wind in the trees refreshing,” said Spectre.
“I find painting quite refreshing,” pondered Fuen.
“I find pressing F5 refreshing,” grinned Yuffie.
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“Is Red still up there?” asked Sprite.
“Yep,” sighed Fuen.
“Still trying to catch the drone?” asked Sprite.
“Yep,” sighed Fuen.
“He’ll never catch it,” pipped in Yuffie.
“I know,” sighed Fuen.
“Hey, how’s the new magazine goin’?” asked Sprite.
“What new magazine?” asked Fuen.
“Yuffie has a new magazine. She’s writing about flying drones,” said Sprite.
“Oh yeah?” quizzed Fuen.
“Oh yes!” said Yuffie. “It’s really taken off.”
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“Deer, your puns are awful!” cried Sprite.
“Hey,” said Deer, “there is a fine British art to telling a good groaner.”
At that moment, the past and the future approached from opposite directions. Their paths crossed right where Deer and Sprite were standing.
The future bumped into the past, they turned to face each other, growled and postured in a grumpy fashion, then walked away up different paths.
“Wow,” said Deer, “that was tense.”
Sprite whined.
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“I just don’t get it,” sighed Cloud.
“What’s that?” asked Spectre.
“Well sunflower oil comes from sunflowers, right?” said Cloud.
“Yeah,” agreed Spectre.
“And olive oil comes from olives, yes?” affirmed Cloud.
“Mmmhmm…” mumbled Spectre.
“Then where the heck do they get baby oil from?” asked Cloud.
“Oh god,” muttered Spectre.
“Humans are monsters,” observed Cloud, floating away on a breeze.
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“I can’t see him,” said Agent.
“You know,” said Spectre, “we might have a better chance of catching him if you put some running shoes on.”
“Oh, I don’t wear shoes,” replied Agent.
“Why not?” asked Spectre.
“Not sure,” replied Agent. “I stopped wearing shoes years ago, because I had big feet and it just became a bit of a hobbit.”
Red groaned out loud.
The chase continued.
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“God, you’re heavy,” groaned Sprite.
“Quit ya whinin’ and pull me up!” yelled Spectre.
“You know,” hollered Sprite, “a wise man said, man with an unchecked parachute will jump to conclusion.”
“You don’t need a parachute to go skydiving,” yelled Spectre.
“Oh really?” called back Sprite.
“Yeah,” replied Spectre, “you just need a parachute to go skydiving more than once.”
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“Am I dead?” asked Hydra.
“Looks that way,” replied Fuen.
“I wonder if I’ll meet my cousin here,” pondered Hydra.
“Recently deceased?” asked Fuen.
“Yeah,” sighed Hydra. “He was an Italian master chef.”
“What happened to him?” asked Fuen.
“He pasta away,” smirked Hydra.
Fuen paused to look at Hydra.
“Cannoli do so much,” said Hydra.
Fuen grimaced.
“Still,” said Hydra, “his legacy will live on as a pizza history.”
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“Don’t want to wake up the natives,” said Sprite.
“Natives?” asked White, looking around the tall grass.
“Yeah” said Sprite. “A tribe of pygmy humans live in this tall grass.”
“Really?” asked White. “I don’t see anyone.”
“That’s because they’re really short pygmies,” said Sprite.
“Right,” said White. “What’s the tribe called?”
“The Fukarewe tribe,” replied Sprite.
“Odd,” mumbled White. “Any idea where the name comes from?”
“Dunno,” said Sprite. “The lil’ sods seem to spend all their time jumping up and down shouting, ‘we’re the Fukarewe,’ though.”
White grimaced.
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Little Fears 