(way to go Dana)
(don't do drugs, kids)
(or write stories when you're not paying attention)
(and then leave your BEST FRIEND to clean up the mess)
(this is just ridiculous)
(ugggggggggggggggggggghhh)
(but always practice forgiveness and move on from there)
Ahem.
So, backtracking, The Fleablers piled legs to shoulders atop one another, Jacopo being the highest link, seeing as he was the shortest, after all. As they towered in their 5/16" glory, The Fleablers felt like this is what they had been made for! Rather then being lone rogues, they were now one giant flea, ready to take on the world.
And then, they took their first unified step.
And, whatever Dana wrote happened(?).
As the Fleablers laid down in a tangled mess a la' pick-up-sticks, they bandaged their wounds (fleas have notoriously tender skin) and discussed how they could improve their stature. Statute? Statue. Statue!
"We'll make a statue!" they all simultaneously thought. And since The Fleablers all took a telepathy class as a group in the 10th grade, they all understood one another immediately. Not one word needed to pass from their lips.
Yes, fleas have lips.
The Fleablers began crafting their statue plan...
- - -
The Fleablers sat on their yellow fold up stools and brain stormed. One Fleabler thought it would be a good idea to sculpt a giant raisin out of ice . . . his idea got shot down. Another suggested a potato salad cook off, which, as you can tell by logical reasoning had nothing to do with what they were trying to figure out so THAT idea was thrown out the window too . . . literally {he may have broken a few tender little Fleabler legs.} Finally, after a couple other unrelated and lame ideas, one little Fleabler paw was spotted in the crowd, timidly quivering, waiting to be called upon . . .
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