Little people

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By Colin T Mercer

Cutting the grass

In order hat you can understand the follow ramble you ned to understand the Bob was a fellow google groupy who praise an earlier sarcastic and degrading coment towards some rather nasty people. He had warned them that as I was from Irlena d I was intouch with the "little people" and so the story goes

PS James is the guy in one of my other hubs i said i wrote to anoy.

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Thank you of Great and benevolent Bob it is most gratifying to get
uncontrolled praise from ones mentor.
Now that my secret is out I must confess that I have not written in the
Leprechaun book of wisdom for almost a year due to the unintentional
genocide that I inflicted on our little green short asses.

Yes I had visited them on one cold Saturday evening after having
consumed a rather potent mixture of horse reddish soup.

Despite incredibly sphincter contraction control (shown to me by my
late mother) I involuntarily let fly at one of the little lillyputs
sending him flying in a back flip semi oscillating cartwheel where he
landed upended between old mother hubbards rubard sticks.

He then suffered an acute horse reddish allergic reaction apparently
well documented in the dwarfs medical handbook and I must add,
unbeknown to me. The viral reaction from this self expelled unclean
spirit spread like small animals running from James balding head..
threw-out the little people camp and sadly the rest is history.

Even now as I sit humbly at my computer a far off flatulent cloud wells
inside me bringing a tear to my eye...


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