what i did...

Once upon a time, there were four little feet -- two of each type, left right left right, two big, two small -- who went exploring on a motorcycle. It was very exciting, travelling on a motorcycle; the four little feets hooked themselves over shiny metal bars, and zipped through the streets very, very quickly.

"We're sore," their companions the buttocks complained, but the little feet didn't care because they were having a wonderful time. They had never gone so fast before, no, never ever!

"Where shall we go?" one of the feet asked another. "We have an entire day to laugh and play and frolic and step on things."

"We shall go to the beach," the rest of the feet decided, and went to the shore, where they dipped themselves in sand and stared at the ocean.

"Look," screamed one little foot to another little foot. "The ocean has a nose!"

The four feet wandered happily up and down the beach. They saw seaweed, little flies, and shells. They stepped on pebbles. One of them crunched a barnacle and felt very powerful. "Look at me! Look at me!" it yelled. "I'm a god!" There were many little footprints in the sand from other, different little feet. There were birdy footprints, and doggy footprints, and even some bare nekkid toe footprints. It was very exciting. One of the little feet was so excited, in fact, that it thought that it would throw up its little guts all over, but luckily it didn't because it remembered that it was in its third decade and that sort of thing is only done by feets in their first decade.

 

 

"Wow," said one pair of feet to their friends, the other pair of feet. "There's a hole in the world."

They looked at the hole.

They walked a little bit further, and came across a wet spot. There was green stuff all over the rocks, and it made the rocks very slippery. The big feet helped the little feet, even though the little feet complained a lot. The little feet didn't want to get wet. "We can go down this way," the other pair of feet told them, and so they slithered over rocks and crossed a little sand bar where they saw a dead bird.

"Ew," said the smaller feet. "It looks like someone stabbed it."

"It's just bugs," said the bigger feet.

The little feet didn't like the dead bird, so they went on to a fun place where there was a lot more green stuff over the rocks. Ooooh. It was slippery, but the waves came up close and sprayed them. Whoosh!

The big feet tried to take pictures of the waves, but they couldn't do it because they forgot to take the cap off of the camera.

"Haah!" cried the little feet. "I'm smarter than you are!"

After the beach, they had ketchup and fried fish and chips at a bar. One of the feet bought an oatmeal raisin cookie.

"You don't take very good pictures," one of the little feet told one of the big feet. "I took good pictures."

"You're taking pictures of ketchup bottles," the other little foot told the big foot.

"I'm showing you how to do this right," the big foot explained patiently, but the little feet didn't want to listen.

"I'm better at taking pictures than you are! Yay, me! Yay, me! I'm the queen! I rule!"

"Don't do that," said the big feet.

"I'm going to show eeeeeverybody how bad you are at taking pictures and how much better I am," the little feet cheered.

picture taken by big feet	picture taken by little feet

They all rode the motorcycle back home.

"Not again," whimpered the buttocks.

"Shut up," said the feet. They had a very very nice day.

And that's the story of the feet. Posted by yhirata at September 6, 2001 12:41 AM