So, hi. Sorry about the timing, I got back from vacation way more tired than I thought. To make it up to you I will give you two stories. They both are kind of short, sorry.
Marathon pigs
When pigs are mentioned the first thing in your head is probably filth, or slop. Definitely not speed, sleek finesse and OCDlike cleanliness, however these pigs were a little bit different. Formerly known as the three little pigs, Sam, Tim and Bruce were now marathon runners. None of them wanted anything like that to ever happen again. Old habits die hard though and none of the brothers could agree on how to train.
Steve wanted the easy way. He went to the gym on Mondays and Wednesdays and ate the same way he always had. Tim watched videos at home every day and participated half the time. He made a big show of eating organic and vegan. Bruce ran. He ran one mile in the morning and two after work. He focused, worked hard and ate healthy. Guess who won?
Note: there is actually a different rhyme behind this other than the three pigs.Kudos to you if you catch it. Leave me a comment if you do or just want to know.
Teapot terror
She lived her life in constant pain and terror with no hope of escape and no choice. Her whole life she had been frozen, unable to speak but to scream. She hadn't asked the witch to throw a curse and miss. She hadn't told the potter what she wanted to be(a beautiful statue of a golden mermaid). She was made alive and each day she suffered. Boiling water scalded her, somehow reaching new, tender spots. As the tea began to cool, and comfort it was slowly robbed from her, drop by drop. All she could do was scream.
The little teapot was a family favorite. Her design was pleasing to the eye and easy to use. She held enough tea for the family and the butler without overfilling cups and her whistle was calming instead of shrill.It seemed to call gently "Teatime, Teatime." Nobody ever suspected she was screaming for her life.
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