9/17/12

The Story of the Brave Young Butternut


This is the story of Brave Young Butternut Squash named Neville. He lived on a small farm in the middle of Rural Iowa.

Neville was a lone butternut squash in the a mean garden of full of Zucchini and Mushrooms. Neville often was distraught because his cousin Arnold the Zucchini teased him. He called the gruesome name "Butternugget." He needed someone to talk to about his distress. However, he couldn't talk to Zucchinis for obvious reasons and the mushrooms were constantly in a state of despair because some hobbit with very hairy feet kept on picking them.
        So Neville decided the visit the compost heap. That was were the shady folks hung out, but he didn't know this at the time. There he met a coconut reading newspaper. Seeing as they were in Rural Iowa, Neville decided to approach this coconut.
       He introduced himself to the tropical seed. The seed said that his name was Lenny. He had been thrown into the compost pile after the farmer had been unable to open the tough nut. He had been thrown out with the newspaper and had decided that he was going to solve world problem. He explained to Neville that the Russian had figured out a way to disrupt the people of the world's internet connections in order to put add for all kinds of weird Russian products like Vodka and Communism in people's computers. Lenny had resolved to set out and stop the vile scheme the Russians.
       Neville decided he would join him. So, the two produce items jumped on the back of convenient truck and made there way to Des Moines Iowa. Here the pick-pocketed until they had made enough money for two first class tickets to Leningrad, Russia. But, they were snatched by a evil lady and brought to small produce store in Rockford, Michigan. They were both bought by the same person and brought to small ranch style house.
      But, alas, Neville's past came back to him and he heard a junior high boy by the name of Noah Mead jokingly call his friend Will and "Butternugget." At hearing this, Neville began to suffer from depression until he was finally chopped up and put in a taco.
      As for his friend, Lenny, he sits on the counter of the home to this day, grieving his eaten friend.

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