How Did Np Know?
Quite random. Okay..... It would seem that you are short on ideas. Allow me to help: Killer Carrots. You could always write about Killer Carrots...... From Outer Space!
How did NP know? How did he know that, the second I finished reading the very last syllable, I would turn around to see a shiny, neon-orange metal object hurtling from the sky and burying itself in my front yard, forever dooming the daffodils?
My neighbor, Mr. Bob (not to be confused with Bob the Tomato, who mysteriously vanished some time ago) dashed out of his house and hugged the ovular object, murmuring to himself, "Shiny...shiny...shiny..."
Obviously, the rest of us doubted the wisdom in such an action, but as the ship gleamed in their air, our lips trembled. And one by one, we all repeated the chorus...
"Shiny...shiny...shiny..."
The cockpit slid open, and a ramp thrust itself into the dust. Hopping regally, down came the one vegetable which, with its carrotine and coloring, strikes disgust into the heart of every youngster (and some adults).
With their stalks and crimson capes waving in the gentle breeze and frozen anger upon their faces (they had apparently had a bit of trouble with the air-conditioning on the trip here), the carrots glared around slightly confusedly, as though they had made a wrong turn. One pulled out a map and examined it distrustfully.
Then, they stormed inside, came too close to the microwave, and turned into radioactive hamsters from...oh, no, wait, wrong story, sorry.
They hopped over, grabbed Mr. Bob with their invisible arms, and dragged him, kicking and screaming, "No! Must! Have! Shiny!" into their ship. The cockpit slammed closed, and, with a burst of rocket fuel, the neon orange ship launched itself upwards and sailed back to space again.
Only the slightest scent was left to mark their ever coming...the scent of Italian dressing, lingering in the air.
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No one really liked Mr. Bob anyways.
Turakii
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