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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 12:56:46 GMT -5
"I got one!" he said not too excited, still it was probably the cheeriest he'd sounded all day. Maybe all week. Not that he had really been a bad week or anything like that. Emmett just wasn't very enthusastic about it. And he was a bit overwhelmed with getting ready for the school year to start and all.
"It's called The Little Green Pig." he announced and gave her head a little pat. He tried to move up a bit so he could have room to put his arms down, though it was hard with Caylee right there. Though he'd never aske her to move. He never asked her for anything. "It's my favorite so far. So I hope you like it."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 12:58:34 GMT -5
"I'm shaking in anticipation," She shifted so she could look up at Emmett's face, her side never leaving his body by much. "What's it about? A small than normal pig with a strange skin pigment?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:04:50 GMT -5
"Ooohwww, Arn't your cleeeveeeer..." he cooed at her and moved up further, taking her with him. Now he was sitting up a bit and he could look at his best friend without feeling like his head was going to snap right off.
"Now if you're done predicting and oversimplifying my plot- the 1.30 A M entertain Mary Jane before she goes mad Story Time will can continue." he told her with a head nod and then a teasing friendly glare at her. He really did love this story. It was cute, sad, but had a happy ending. It was just perfect. He's kind of story. Hopefully hers too.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 13:07:28 GMT -5
"Aw, I'm sorry, Emmie," She turned onto her stomach, folding her arms on his chest and setting her chin ontop. "Please. Continue. I'm all ears."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:13:50 GMT -5
"There once...was a pig." he started glancing off to the side. "He was a little pig. A small pig. A cute pig. A green pig." looking at her with wide eyes on 'green'. As if it were a new and sudden aspect thrown in. "Now the little green pig didn't mind being little. He didn't mind being small. He certainly didn't mind being cute. And he never once minded being green. It was a rather fine colour to be in my opinion." he added. "The little green pig wasn't just green- he was a bright, beautiful, eye catching neon green. He didn't glow but he might as well had. His colour was shiny and bright. But...it wasn't easy being green." he snerked, as he was just too tempted to throw that quote in.
"Because all of the other little pigs...were pink! There was only one little green pig. And the little green pig lived surrounded by all these little pink pigs. And none of them liked the little green pig."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 13:16:09 GMT -5
Caylee gave a small gasp at the fact that no one liked the small, green piggy. "Poor piggy," She sniffled. "What happened next, Emmie?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:21:10 GMT -5
He chuckled at her reactions and then cleared his throat going on.
"The little green pig would tell all the pink pigs-" Now giving the pig a little high pitched short word voice, "There's. nothin. wrong. with. bein. justta. little. bit. pecuuuliar." giving a grin when he'd finished, to show how hopeful and happy the pig was. "But all the little pink pigs shook their heads," he did so. "And they all got together and thought up a plan for the little green pig that would go into action that night."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 13:22:33 GMT -5
"You make a very good pig," She told him, having a grin of her own. "Maybe you were the little green pig in your past life."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:24:32 GMT -5
"I don't think that'd be very good- for later that night right as it was getting dark... They'd snuck over to where the little green pig was sleeping. With them they had a paint can. And it was a very special kind of pain. For it could neeever be washed off. And it could neeeever be painted over. And it was pink!"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 13:25:32 GMT -5
"On noes!" Another gasp. "They didn't paint the little piggy over, did they?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:30:53 GMT -5
Emmett looked at her with sad eyes and a smile not wanting to even keep going since she was so scared of what was about to come.
Though he was strong and went on, "The little pink pigs grabbed the little green pig and they pinned him down in the dirt. As the little green pig squealed and wiggled under them," now wiggling himself for a moment. "The little pink pigs told him their plan. And the little green pig began to cryyy and cryyyy. He said- 'No please! Don't do that!' The other pigs picked him up and held him over the can of paint. And the little green pig criiied and criiiied. He said- 'God don't let them paint me! Please, please don't let them change me! I like being justta little bit pecuuuuliaar...'"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 13:44:01 GMT -5
"Emmett, so help you if you let those pigs paint that little piggy pink," She was actually getting into the story, wondering what would happen to the poor, defenseless piggy.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:51:37 GMT -5
"How could I stop them?" he asked as if really upset that the couldn't do anything about it.
"But they did...the pigs began to dunk the green pig into the paint over and over and over and over again! He wiggled and cried and cried. But they kept dipping him forcefully into the paint. And when it was over, the little green pig laid on the floor and there was not trace of green left. And not even his tears could peel the paint. For it could neeeever be washed off. And it could neeeever be painted over." he recited, this time around his words were drawn and long in sorrow.
"He was like everyone else. He was little. He was small. He was cute. He was pink! And the little newly pink pig cried and cried. 'God why did you let them change me? I was happy being green! I was happy being just a little bit pecuuuliar.'"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Nov 11, 2007 13:53:28 GMT -5
"Eeeemmie! That poor little piggy. That'd... that'd be like them making me dye my hair back to blonde," Oh, those middle school days. "Emmie, how could they do that to him?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Nov 11, 2007 13:58:50 GMT -5
Emmett shook his head and gave her a poutting sad face.
"And as the little pig sat their in the dirt, pink as could be, and criiied and criiied, it began to raaaiiin." Then suddenly changing tones, "But the rain! It wasn't ordinary rain. It was a special rain. A neon rain. And it was green rain! And our little pig friend stood and rain under the rain but he stayed pink. From the magical pink paint- that could neeeever be washed off. And could neeever be painted over. But the little pig looked around and he saw all the other pigs running in circles as they got covered by the rain. And it was a magical kind of rain. For it could neeeever be washed off and it could neeeever be painted over."
"The little pink pig now looked around and saw all of these little green pigs! Noone was left pink. Noone, except the little pink pig. And while ever one else was forever green, he was forever pink. The only one. And he smiled, happy being just a liiittle bit pecuuuuliiiaar."
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