Coloured Sea of Pretty Colours

[jason yule]

He hated it here. What was the point of a a spot in the grounds that could kill someone if they just walked through it? Asma, hay fevor, bee stings, wasp stings, choking on a fly, choking on a butterfly, changing the couse of history by stepping on a butterfly: all of this could happen! Even the butterfly parts! Because sci-fi movies were correct and accurate, but it didn't just apply to parallell universes or the past. Why should it? Step on a butterfly today...bunnies take over the world tomorrow! Evil killer bunnies with big, pointy teethies and sharp, pointy clawsies. They would come hopping towards you in your sleep and suffocate you by sitting on your head! Once most of the human race was dead, and the world leaders made their slaves, they would put us in labs and test new scientific ideas on us! Imagine: three-headed humans! How many arguements could you get into with yourself if you had three heads? Giant humans of course would be next on the agenda, though the bunnies woudn't realise that the giants could break out and save the world. Three-headed, giant humans will save us all! If they stop argueing first of course. With themselves.

Where was he, before the evil-taking-over-the-world-bunnies came into play? Ah, yes: evil flower patch. Jason stared at the bobbing head of the poppy infront of him. e had no idea how it was still flowering, let alone how the hell it's petals were staying on in this wind! He himself was huddled right into his coat, nose buried in the black fabric. He glared at the innocent flower head, ahdsn under his armpits. It was stupid, magic plant or not, it shouldn't be flowering in Autumn! And in this wind! The head should have flown off by now and hit someone. He should add that to the danger list: concussion by flower. Could that even happen? He bloomin well hoped so! Well, not so that it could hurt people, but so he didn't seem mad. Not that he was mad, it was simply precortion.

Trevor shivered around his neck, beedy eyes staring out of the black hole that was next to Jason's ear. Three times Jason had tried to get him to move. Three times he had wasted heat. Now, he couldn't be bothered that there was a numb spot on his neck where his stupid rat was letting all the heat out! It wasn't cold, or at least it wasn't when you were out of the wind. Jason couldn't be bothered to get out of the wind though, he liked his bench na dhe gotten here before it had started to be windy! It was his free day, and no wind was making him move....He should really move and get something to eat. Damn his hunger! Damn hunger in general! Although without hunger people wouldn't know when to eat and die from lack of nuetrition. Yeah. He should really go eat...But he was adimant about not loosing his spot to the stupid wind. It wasn't like the wind needed his spot anyway! Why was it trying to force him out of it? The down side to all of this was that he was not only having a conversaton with himself, but that unlike his clock, he couldn't throw wind out of the window. He should carry an umbrella. Just to keep the wind off.

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[/font][/color] i should add that yeah, monty python has copy right to the three headed giant and the evil bunnies...[/size][/blockquote]