I bought a bundle of clementines about a week ago. I've been eating two of them every morning for breakfast. They are tasty, seedless treats ... or so I thought. I ate one yesterday that had seeds in it. I was perplexed. I couldn't figure it out. I slept on it and the answer came to me in a dream. This is the only plausible explanation.
Oranges and clementines can grow seeds after picked from the tree. Therefore, these fruits are living organisms. Therefore, I am a killer. COD - Eating. I confess. I did it. Sadly, I enjoy killing these fruit! I am a fruit cereal killer! Try to stop me. I eat all of the evidence, rhine and all.
Sometimes I am the water. Sometimes I am the water bottle. Today, I am the cap on the water bottle. Tomorrow, I think I’m going to be the wrapper. I’ve always wanted to eat lobster and see the beautiful autumn colors in Maine. After all, my value is more appreciated there.
Of course I don’t like it. How would you feel if someone threw you at an annoying fan? I suppose it’s better than the garbage, and that’s where I usually get thrown. I know I cover things up, but guess what—water bottle caps have feelings, too!
Sometimes I dream in English, sometimes I dream in Fizdazzle. This is a summary of my dream last night:
A man ate eight fried fish - Freight. He saw a car go in a cargo bin - Bargain. The stainless steel pans are still a steal at Kmart - Start. The gun fired, begin. He ran fast. Out came the fish - Finished. I awoke - Farted.