Cleaning can be fun! 

Deep in the confines of a packrat’s abode this magical Monopoly tin was hidden.  Discovered years later, the hinges squeaked while the girl slowly opened it, holding her breath hoping it the remains of a forgotten lunch was not rotting inside.  Surprised and intrigued as the contents are revealed to her she tentatively reaches inside.

“A treasure map!”  What child or adult wouldn’t dream?

Once upon a time in a town called Mayberry my  human stumbled across some hot sauce with her picture on the label.

“Eliza!  There are so many things wrong with this post.”

Besides the fact that you have no Sir Fartalot?
no…No…NO!  Not the shoebox!

“Let’s start over.”

“There once was an opinionated ant.
A shoe came down and she went splat.”

“THE END”

Once there ‘was a boy, a strange melancoly boy.  He wandered very far, very far, over land and sea…’

“Uhm, just wondering, were you planning on singing or telling a Snapped Story?”

That song, it’s so sad!

“Ants can’t cry!”

Says who, Tom Hanks? 

That’s in baseball and you’ve gotten terribly off subject.  The 1up mushroom??”

Work, work, work.  Focus, focus-

“THE POINT.”

Once there was a mutant mushroom, he caught the eye of two violent plumbers.  They ate him, stole him and exploited him on a whim on a very vain, needy princess.  This mushroom decided to go on strike.  After being threatened into being made into a mushroom risotto, he skipped town and hid out in a Holiday Inn.  Ensconced in bed with feather pillows beckoning him, he began to relax and then the dreaded noise seeped in through the next room.  Do.do.do.do.do.do.do…

I strolled down the lane, watching for obstacles.  Scoping the environment like Liam Neeson in Taken, I was watching out for those high-end leather shoes.  I as stepped below the building above, I felt peaceful, people far ahead or behind, I stopped a moment to enjoy the sun’s rays bounce off my exoskeleton. 

A bird pooped on me.

My peace was covered, literally.  That’s when I changed my view.

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Once there was a hungry, desperate insect.  Stealthily, she made her way across the lush jungle, all senses fixed upon the brown mountain ahead.  If she could just make it to the precipice, her deliverance from starvation would be there waiting for her.  Dodging great, clumsy giants she scurried as quick as her many legs could take her until, behold the plate!  There before her hungry eyes the delicasies she dreamed of daily.  Right before her grasp were cold, crisp pickles.  Salty, crunchy chips.  Grapes and-  

Oh no, a giant grabbed the plate away!  How cruel, after traveling so far, dreaming so hard her prize was snatched before she could savor even one bite. 

As the ant sadly watched, the giant slowly lowered the plate down into the grass below.  “What?  She’s leaving the plate there!’  The ant began her trip back down, hoping the picnic would wait for her.

“Eliza, are you hungry?  Because, now I am.”