I wish I had a beard that little people lived in with little homes, little pets, little streets and little trees

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…I wish I had a beard that little people lived in with little homes, little pets, little streets and little trees and it was called BeardVille. And people would wait for crumbs and praised the fact that food fell from the sky 3 times a day.

“Oh my”, they would probably say, “What greatness has the food emperor from high above graced us with- oh that’s a lot of mustard…! OH NO! Spicy Meatballs!”

The little people of this land would probably wonder what the booming voice meant since they were so small, they couldn’t decipher the noise except for, “Mumble, mumble mumble.” The would all gather around to try and decipher what they were listening to.

The great people of Beardville probably would also enjoyed watching a lot of television. Soon they also probably all wanted to have more land and more money and they one day would all decide to move. All of them at the same time.

This would probably disrupt the balance of some of the nice people in Beardville. Some might just say, “Hey, we get free food and a lot of shade!” But others may say, “Who cares, we want more land!”

Then the nice people of Beardville would move to a high top land with plenty of sunshine, excavate the land, make me bald and die of hunger.

— Zeus ::)
May 11, 2010