CLIC DRAWING FOR NO WORDS if you like bee and puppycat comment 'yay' below or something like that also i have writers block so i used a fairytale story generator and heres what i got: Once upon a time there was a little, brave girl called Misch Minkey. She was on the way to see her boyfriend Mis Spiral, when she decided to take a short cut through The Amazon Rainforest. It wasn't long before Misch got lost. She looked around, but all she could see were trees. Nervously, she felt into her bag for her favourite toy, Terrance the Moose, but Terrance the Moose was nowhere to be found! Misch began to panic. She felt sure she had packed Terrance the Moose. To make matters worse, she was starting to feel hungry. Unexpectedly, she saw a scary pig dressed in a blue t-shirt disappearing into the trees. "How odd!" thought Misch. For the want of anything better to do, she decided to follow the peculiarly dressed pig. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest. Eventually, Misch reached a clearing. In the clearing were two houses, one made from sweet potatoes and one made from chocolate cakes. Misch could feel her tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease her hunger. "Hello!" she called. "Is anybody there?" Nobody replied. Misch looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need. A cackle broke through the air, giving Misch a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Terrance the Moose! "Terrance the Moose!" shouted Misch. She turned to the witch. "That's my toy!" The witch just shrugged. "Give Terrance the Moose back!" cried Misch. "Not on your nelly!" said the witch. "At least let Terrance the Moose out of that cage!" Before she could reply, the scary pig in the blue t-shirt rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the cleaning. "Hello Big Pig," said the witch. "Good morning." The pig noticed Terrance the Moose. "Who is this?" "That's Terrance the Moose," explained the witch. "Ooh! Terrance the Moose would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the pig. The witch shook her head. "Terrance the Moose is staying with me." "Um... Excuse me..." Misch interrupted. "Terrance the Moose lives with me! And not in a cage!" Big Pig ignored her. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch. The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door." continued on N&C↷
Big Pig looked at the house made from chocolate cakes and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from chocolate cakes if I wanted to." "There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Terrance the Moose." Misch watched, feeling very worried. She didn't want the witch to give Terrance the Moose to Big Pig. She didn't think Terrance the Moose would like living with a scary pig, away from her house and all her other toys. Big Pig put on his bib and withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket. "I'll eat this whole house," said Big Pig. "Just you watch!" Big Pig pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from chocolate cakes. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more. And more. And more. Eventually, Big Pig started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of chocolate cakes, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round. "Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Pig. Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance! "Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest. Big Pig never finished eating the front door made from chocolate cakes and Terrance the Moose remained trapped in the witch's cage. "That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Terrance the Moose." "Not so fast," said Misch. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from sweet potatoes. And I haven't had a turn yet. "I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules." The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give her a chance. It's only fair." "Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the pig. She won't last long." "I'll be right back," said Misch. "What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Terrance the Moose back." Misch ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. She came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, she broke off a piece of the door of the house made from sweet potatoes and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, she took a bite. She quickly devoured the whole piece. Misch sat down on a nearby log. "You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door." "I haven't finished," explained Misch. "I am just waiting for my food to go down." When Misch's food had digested, she broke off another piece of the door made from sweet potatoes. Once more, she toasted her food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. She ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest. Eventually, after several sittings, Misch was down to the final piece of the door made from sweet potatoes. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. She finished her final course. Misch had eaten the entire front door of the house made from sweet potatoes. The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!" "I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little girl won fair and square. Now hand over Terrance the Moose or I will chop your broomstick in half." The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage. Misch hurried over and grabbed Terrance the Moose, checking that her favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Terrance the Moose was unharmed. Misch thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Mis. It was starting to get dark. When Misch got to Mis's house, her boyfriend threw his arms around her. "I was so worried!" cried Mis. "You are very late." As Misch described her day, she could tell that Mis didn't believe her. So she grabbed a napkin from her pocket. "What's that?" asked Mis. Misch unwrapped a doorknob made from chocolate cakes. "Pudding!" she said. Mis almost fell off his chair. The End
