adventures of the little piglet

The little piglet tells me that it needs to fly so I tell it, fly, little piglet, fly! And off it flew, high, high, high up into the air, sprouting wings of pink feathers mixed in with purple and blue.

Oink, oink, oink, oink!

Then the little piglet, it landed on a cloud of cotton candy that was hanging in the big blue yonder that is the sky and below it stood a castle of chocolate bars. It caught the piglet's eye.

Oink, oink, oink, oink!

The piglet dive-bombed towards the chocolate-bar castle and collided into it. The castle crumbled into big chunks, medium chunks, little chunks. Ants the size of a tractor came to dutifully cart the chunks of sugary sweetness back to their nest where the queen ant awaits her diabetes-inducing grub, that will no doubt be transferred on towards the new kid (soldier) ants and they will always, always have a craving for sweet things and then die a terrible death that includes gangrene and teeth rot.

Oink, oink, oink, oink!

The little ball of pink felt remorseful at what it had just done for behold! Its actions had just unleased Puffy the baby dragon from its chocolate-y confinement.

Puffy huffed and puffed and little balls of fire plopped onto the ground whereby the little mushrooms and toadstools caught fire.

Aieeeeee!!!

The little pixies screamed for their behinds were scorched black by the flaming tongues. They ran about in search for water but they did undeniably foolish thing which was to just run about in circles until finally they were scorched all over and they dropped down. Face down. Dead.

Oh no!, thought the little piglet. It flew once more into the air and kept an eagle on on Puffy. I'm going to dive-bomb it!

Gaining momentum, mixed with the fury of a little piglet that had gone a little bit cuckoo in the head, it waited until Puffy was right on the spot and dove.

Down, down, down, down, down... and then a collision occured.

And the little piglet and Puffy died.

The end.