I love to own an Elum! To cure the smell make him wear a pine-fresh air cleaner around his neck. As a matter of fact, I'd put on a parade!
*Imagines herself at the head of a parade riding her Elum between two big bro Sligs, somersaulting slogs, an army of Sligs in Tuxes throwing confetti, the almighty Raisin atop a platform with the Ratz being pulled by Mudokon scrubs with howling scrabs and paramites pulling up the rear in the main street of her town*
Heh, heh, heh. That'd be so cool.
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"During the Magog Cartel's takeover throughout Mudos, The Glukkons came for the Gabbits, and I did not speak up because I was not a Gabbit. Then they came for the Fuzzles, and I did not speak up because I was not a Fuzzle. Then they came for the Mudokons, and I did not speak up because I was a Slig. Then they came for me, And by that time nobody was left to speak up."
--Anonymous--
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