fruit loops.

there are so many different types of fruit loops and they all come in one little box.
though the box is smaller than a human being it can fit thousands of humans into it, we will actually never find our how fast our creative, inteligent, free spirted minds turn to fruit loops, there is many steps to becoming a fruit loop. Step one- remembering what you did a week ago Step two remembering how many fruit loops were in the bowl, you smoked in that day well if you did and the previos its well knowen as cancer sticks. Step three- which way would you turn right or left? i would turn back because if there was a way to get lost in a bowl of fruit loops it would be heaven but theres not, around and around the edge, the edge of life tip toing over the miss placed fruit loops. Step four-flipping fruit loops a common fruit loop will do exactally this. Step five- designs of different fruit loops :)

COLOUR.

Dose a buterfly have a song, a call, a way of getting in contact with fellow butterflys,
as we sit in the back yard with the family pet, playing catch, scratching their tummy so that they go crazy and all they want is more.
Trying to walk to the other side other world, step by step slowly geting there day by day, as i stumble my way around falling over and grasing the knee caps, as i flick my hair back and make my way to my feet i look up, watching this beautiful bug as colourfly as could be flutter its wings as gently in the wind sawing higher and higher and then in the distance it disapears. its gone trrying to catch the colours in a net spilling al the way through, but why asks the colour..

The Hawk And The Mouse *Part 1*

the mouse ran into the cage because he was frightend of the hawk. the hawk was about to fly towards the cage untill he smelt a wonderfull smell, this smell smelt like dead. dead dinosaur no dead people it was much more.. it was a horriable smell verry off-putting nothing you have ever smelt or imagened before, i must find this wordfull smell said the hawk i must so the hawk left his dinner wich was his kind yet to be freind but the mouse was yet to find out about the hawks intentions, as the hawk began to fly away from the mouse the mouse had already picked up that awful sent wich actually smelt as incredibly taisty to the moust as to the hawk. As he scurried towards that sent the hawk had noticed that the mouse had smelt it too they wernt friends no more.. they were opponents, like in dodge ball dodging eachother hiding in the darkness while the hawk flying so high up above had an advantage becasue he had no obsticles as the mouse fort against the lost grass and all the other opponents that had joined in this wonderfull quest, hunt, adventure what ever you want to call it, it was delitful....


To Be Continued