• Once upon a paranormal era, there was an amusing pink blobish thing, Jerry, whom fell in love with her scrumptious cherry, and this prank was none other than Cupid’s, that diabolical fairy! In a sun-drenched morning, my tale begins, at three, while Jerry was beneath her mauve apple tree. Eating her yummy ice cream like a Glorgnarf, oh so full of glee! She had finally been able to get vanilla, with a cherry on top, for the ice cream man did not wait too long at her stop.
    Bouncing like a rabbit, she gave the happiest little hop. To finally have her vanilla ice cream, the one she so longed for, she just sought her mouth-watering ice cream, and nothing more. So she sauntered to the nearest azure store, for she finally had her ice cream and she got a teal spoon, like the one in her dreams. But the ginger store clerk was mean. And although he sold her the teal spoon, she was really sad. How the store clerk appeared so very, very mad. He reminded her of the one she used to call “Dad”. But now she hurried rapidly to her appetizing dessert, and saw none other than that greedy Cupid, how her heart was so roughly hurt, for he had eaten her ice cream, and she collapsed on the dusty dirt. “Why? Why?” she manage to sorrowfully say through mournful sobs, for she had been oh so wrongfully robbed, and now Cupid, the majestic god of love, seemed like the lowest of snobs. Now, Cupid had to act fast, and quick, so he darted a heart arrow, for as it shot and landed the love then seeped into her bone marrow, and her vision slowly started to steadily narrow. Then, her eyes so slender, landed on red, and the image swirled in her puny head. …
    Later afternoon she finally woke up, softly in her bed. “Had it been a dream? It all seemed so real, but how foolish it did seem, to be in love with a meal. …But is this really how I feel?” she thought, then in that moment, her fine red cherry was brought, for this was her shiny cherry, the one she had bought! “So it was really real!” she now loudly exclaimed, and Cupid was not to be blamed, for Larry, as the cherry was named, was a magical cherry! Larry made Cupid puncture her heart, so she would love Larry, and their relationship could start. A relationship so perfect, like a bull’s eye shot to the board from a dart. And now Larry and Jerry shall marry!
    Later at night, Jerry could not sleep. “Why? Why do I weep?” she asked herself, “I’m going to be fine, this’ll be a promise I shall keep!” But inside this dark night, Jerry was engulfed in sorrow and agony. “I should be dreaming happily, but what in the world in wrong with me!?” scolded Jerry to herself. Within her vast mind, she dreamt Larry had died, and when she woke up, she found that while dreaming, she had desolately cried. Then eventually, she wrapped her little body with her sheets, as if to hide.…
    Early next morning, Jerry carried Larry to the nearest chapel, which was colored yellow, which within they found a scruffy ol’ fellow, and he greeted them with a joyfully pleasant “Hello!” The chapel was old, like ancient ruins from Rome, but from the inside, it brilliantly shone, and it was as cozy as any good home. Then Jerry looked up, and peered out of a huge opening, into the sky. Searching like when she plays “Where’s Waldo?”, she saw a canary, with a mouthful of rye, and she pondered to herself “How fun it would be if I could fly.” But before the preacher could even begin, the canary, so quickly, darted strait in, then with one mighty, fate-changing chop, he ate Larry, and this is my story’s fin.