Mrs.Z
10-09-2007, 09:14 PM
Hi there,
My name is… Well, that’s the problem; I cannot remember my name! I woke up the other morning, stark naked in the forest. I saw a lot of people who looked like me, but they were speaking this strange language I had never heard before. They got mean and chased me away; throwing nut’s and seeds at me. I ran and ran trying to figure out where I was and what the Hell was going on. The last thing I could remember was seeing a name coming right for me. What was that name? Oh yeah, it was G O O D Y E A R. Goodyear! I remember Goodyear!
I finally stopped running and caught the whiff of something interesting on the wind. It smelled SSSSOOOOOO good I had to find it. I came upon a little house sitting way up away from the street. There was a warm inviting fire going with that tempting smell that was getting closer. I had to find it; the one smell that was oh so sweet. Well, I ran to the door and scratched pitifully hoping for an answer. I was in luck; Mrs. Z came to the door and took pity on me. She took this poor naked fury person into her home, for safety. She made me a few things to wear, until I could find some REAL clothes to wear.
My name is… Well, that’s the problem; I cannot remember my name! I woke up the other morning, stark naked in the forest. I saw a lot of people who looked like me, but they were speaking this strange language I had never heard before. They got mean and chased me away; throwing nut’s and seeds at me. I ran and ran trying to figure out where I was and what the Hell was going on. The last thing I could remember was seeing a name coming right for me. What was that name? Oh yeah, it was G O O D Y E A R. Goodyear! I remember Goodyear!
I finally stopped running and caught the whiff of something interesting on the wind. It smelled SSSSOOOOOO good I had to find it. I came upon a little house sitting way up away from the street. There was a warm inviting fire going with that tempting smell that was getting closer. I had to find it; the one smell that was oh so sweet. Well, I ran to the door and scratched pitifully hoping for an answer. I was in luck; Mrs. Z came to the door and took pity on me. She took this poor naked fury person into her home, for safety. She made me a few things to wear, until I could find some REAL clothes to wear.