Ho-kay, aside from the spam... I've gotten some grunnies to murder violently.
I'll count them just because.
010Red 018Orange 006Yellow 007Green 006Teal 029Blue 010Purple 024Lavender
029Pink 001Albino 002Chocolate 002Rainbow
You hear a nice tune coming from the field as you`re chasing the scattered grunnies for the event. You decide to follow it and see a hamster sitting there on the grass, just playing his guitar. After three minutes, he stops completely and you guess that the piece is over. He crawls over to you and asks "Oh, have you seen Hamtaco?" and as you look at him confusedly, he guesses you don't and scurries away. He seems to have left his guitar though, hmm--
~Jingle the Hamster
Oh. Um, sorry I couldn't help you...
Good news is: I know where this is from. Bad news: I never watched it. It's still cute, though.
Where the snake lurks in the tangled grass,
By the slippery brink of the dank morass,
Merrily O! Merrily O!
I light my lamp, and forth I go!
And to lure astray the lated wight,
I shine all night in the swampy hollows,
Merrily O! Merrily O!
Wailing and woe to the fool who follows!
~ The Will O Wisp
P.S. Heard ye like a poem, lassie, so here I present one fer yer amusement like.
Oh, yes, I like poems. This one reminds me of LOTR... Nasty trickses those lights be.
Wall thinking to yourself you hardly take notice of the sweet smell of roses in the air. Before you can look to see where the smell is coming from a girls cold hands are placed over your eyes from behind. You want to say something but before you can she kisses you then whispers into your ear 'Happy Easter' before lifting her hands away. You want to look at her but the moment you do shes gone in a burst of rose petals.
-////- 'M bad with affection, but thank you Rose. I'll try to have a good Easter although things are pointing to the contrary.
As you walk along minding your own business, a red box lands beside you. Looking up, you see a red shirted girl barely covering a yawn as she runs along the bridge you happened to be next to, her black and gold hair looking somewhat messy as if she had just woken up and hadn't spent much time brushing it. She's gone within moments, and you know if you try to look for her she'll be long gone. You examine the box and notice a note tucked under the white ribbon:
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
So what could I do but go?
A b-b-bridge?! Oh, wait it's fictional. I'm fine...
Heh. At least one of us got to be lazy today, Bittersweet. It's too cold here to laze about outside and everything...
But thanks for dropping by!