So I shall write a post now now. I have found a really really really nice something I would like, it’s called a portable media device and it’s a little larger than an Ipod and can have movies on it!!! Plus music and pictures and other varieties of files on it’s 20gb hard drive. It would fit in my purse nicely and would be very fun indeed! Now to save up my money… Or beg:)
Last month was my largest unique visitor month I think, it was 466 visitors as opposed to 460 visitors. It’s very nice that the amount of visitors to my website keeps going up and up and up:) Probably the strangest of the key phrases used on search engines which brought visitors to my website was “farel rabbits” but “robot fabric” was rather unusual as well. As it is high time for another story on here perhaps I shall write a story about the strange Farel Rabbits and their obsession with the manufacturing of Robot Fabric.
The Tale of the Farel Rabbits
Once upon a time there lived in a valley overshadowed by a stony mountain a small breed of rabbits who were called the Farel Rabbits. The Farel Rabbits were very peaceful in nature, except during the autumn between the hours of three and six P.M. on the fourth Friday of October. At that time the new leader and chief of the Farel Rabbits was chosen for his superior combat ability. Though the Farel Rabbits disliked fighting, their evil neighbors, the Tibbar Leraf tribe of foxes, lived close by and frequently made raids on the Farel Rabbit’s prized store of carrot chip cookies.
When not being attacked or sleeping the Farel Rabbits could usually be found briskly making Robot Fabric. Why they did so they weren’t quite sure but most felt it had something to do with the martians who landed twice a year to pick up the stuff in exchange for radioactive carrot extracts. When eaten these radioactive carrot extracts would make the one who ate them wish in the extreme that they had not. So usually the radioactive carrot extracts were used to make radioactive carrot chip cookies to bait the Tibbar Leraf tribe of foxes with. Then, while the foxes started rolling around on the ground yelping with pain in the regions of the stomach, the rabbits would calmly see to it that they rolled into a certain cave that was at the base of the stony mountains. It was a cave of no return for no fox, once inside it, had ever come out.
Thus it was that eventually the Tibbar Leraf tribe of foxes had all entered the cave and the Feral Rabbits were able to live very happily ever after in complete peace in their lovely valley. As for the foxes… Well, my theory is that the cave they went into had a peculiar type of fungus growing in it. The fungus tasted delicious and the foxes were so very happy and content eating it that they never wanted to leave the cave again and so stayed there growing fat and prosperous.
MORAL: Peacefulness and Plumpness often can be found in the same places.
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