The Story Time

     After visiting the forest university, they all went back to the bees house to relax. Once everyone was settled in they began telling stories.

     The dear told her story first. "When my grandma was a kid, her parents were usually busy working. Her and the other little deer ran around wherever they wanted. Everyday they saw the same Buddhist monkey riding his bicycle down a path nearby. One day they went out and tied a rope to two trees across the path. They hid in a bush and watched him ride down towards them, and when he got to the rope he flew up in the air and landed flat on the ground!"

     "HAHAHA heehee haHAha," the whole group cried.

     "OH OH, you wanna hear a story?" asked the land shark.

     "Sure," they all responded.

     "Ptttt," the land shark flapped his tongue at them.

     "That's not a story, you goober," said the giraffe, "One time, when I was a toddler, my mom brought me toy shopping. (I watched the kids show, Poppy Parkway, a lot and my favorite character was Snuffafluffapuss.) So we were at the toy store, and we found a stuffed Snuffy. I didn't talk well as a tiny baby, so when we rang it up I got really excited and yelled 'SEXY SEXY SEXY' at the cashier instead of 'SNUFFY SNUFFY SNUFFY'. It was silly."

     The group had another good laugh.

     "Ptttttt," the land shark kept saying that was his story.

     "Well when I was little," the younger sloth brother started, "I was playing poker with a few of my friends when my brother raised the bid SUPER high. At the same time, I accidentally let out a bellowing poot. Everyone looked at me, so I just said that the bid scared the poot out of me..."

     The all laughed again at his goofy tale. Then land shark said jokingly, "How come his poots are stories, but my poots aren't stories. Teeheehee."

     Poops and farts will always be funny.*


*Conways in mind.