Creative Writing # 2:
Once upon a time, there was a rather small boy who roamed the lands of DippidyDoo where he lived among animals and creatures alike. Day was night, and night was day as all animals and creatures alike and the small boy Phillipe woke up to twinkling stars in the sky and grasshoppers chirping in the grass and fields of primroses. The night was always shaded with blues and pinks due to the 3 abnormal moons circling DippidyDoo.
Now little Phillipe, ever since the day he was born from an evergreen tree has worn an orange turban he calls his "bootchka". It was bestowed upon him by the midget nymphs who guarded the sacred evergreen tree Phillipe was born from. Now it was told in prophecies all across the land that a little man riding a barder would fly across lands and die harder... Of course these were all thought to be fairy tales and the prophet who told it died before he could finish what he was saying.
One fine evening Phillipe was being extra adventurous and climbed the craggy cliffs of kicklickingstickerwick when he stumbled across a secret sealed cavern.. "Dunh Dunh Dunh!!!!!" He decided he was going to take a nap and leaned against a sloping wall when suddenly it fell away with a giant "kracksnacklepop!" and he was inside a well lit cavern. Phillipe got up off of the floor and dusted off his primitive clothing and decided to walk to the back of the cavern. As he got closer and closer to the back of the cavern and was approaching a corner he heard a faint barking noise. Phillipe picked up the pace and ran on the walls until he reached the source of the barking/yelping. It was the legendary dog Barder, the last of its kind!!! Barder was so happy to see someone or something for the first time in a long time that he allowed Phillipe to get on his back and the both started floating off the ground! The prophecy had at that moment started fulfilling itself and news spread all across the lands of DippidyDoo! But we will never know what the ending of the prophecy really meant...