Hickery Bicks got off his Horse as his least favourite cow, beasty, was once again straying of course. "Every dam time!" He screamed at the cow. he then suddenly heard a voice in his head "Be not afraid human, I am going to take you on an adventure."
Hickery turned around a saw a little grey boy with a giant head. "Wow!" Hickery exclaimed "Are you from Europe?" He asked puzzled.
"No" The boy spoke without his mouth moving. "I am..." as he was speaking, Hickey's horse kicked the little grey boy dead.
"Dam it girl" Hickery screamed
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
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