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Feb. 6th, 2007 06:00 pmWhile talking to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freyley on the phone earlier, he asked me to tell him a story. So I told him the bare skeleton of this story:
Once upon a time, there was a cherry tree in a farmer's orchard. The tree would bear the sweetest, most delicious cherries for miles around. But sometimes... See, the cherry tree had been cursed by the Blue Fairy, so sometimes, instead of luscious cherries, sweeter than honey, the tree would bear...hedgehogs. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny, cherry-sized hedgehogs, none of them too happy to be stuck in the tree.
This was very unnerving to the farmer whose cherry tree this was, because he was an absent-minded sort, and he'd forget sometimes to check to see if the tree had hedgehogs or cherries on them, so he'd reach up and, instead of a handful of fruit, grab a handful of grumpy, spiny animals (who, in addition to feeling rather acutely the indignities attendant to their awkward positions, all had headaches from hanging upside down so long) . So his hand would be horribly pricked, and sometimes the meanest hedgehogs would bite him--not that you could really blame the hedgehogs, you understand. They're happiest rooting around the ground looking for grubs and insects, not dangled 10, 15, 20 feet above it.
That was as far as I got, because we started talking about such exciting topics as cleaning up my apartment. But this story is sticking in my mind and not letting go. Anyone want to continue the story in the comments? The more good-naturedly absurd you can make it, the better, and I'll contribute bits and pieces as I can.
freyley on the phone earlier, he asked me to tell him a story. So I told him the bare skeleton of this story:Once upon a time, there was a cherry tree in a farmer's orchard. The tree would bear the sweetest, most delicious cherries for miles around. But sometimes... See, the cherry tree had been cursed by the Blue Fairy, so sometimes, instead of luscious cherries, sweeter than honey, the tree would bear...hedgehogs. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny, cherry-sized hedgehogs, none of them too happy to be stuck in the tree.
This was very unnerving to the farmer whose cherry tree this was, because he was an absent-minded sort, and he'd forget sometimes to check to see if the tree had hedgehogs or cherries on them, so he'd reach up and, instead of a handful of fruit, grab a handful of grumpy, spiny animals (who, in addition to feeling rather acutely the indignities attendant to their awkward positions, all had headaches from hanging upside down so long) . So his hand would be horribly pricked, and sometimes the meanest hedgehogs would bite him--not that you could really blame the hedgehogs, you understand. They're happiest rooting around the ground looking for grubs and insects, not dangled 10, 15, 20 feet above it.
That was as far as I got, because we started talking about such exciting topics as cleaning up my apartment. But this story is sticking in my mind and not letting go. Anyone want to continue the story in the comments? The more good-naturedly absurd you can make it, the better, and I'll contribute bits and pieces as I can.
