ticklefree2
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Okay I have not been around for awhile.................Thought about doing this and it worked well with some very tolerant friends..............................................
Was a crisp morn on the loch, the Bonnie we` lass was walking in the meadow admiring the green lush carpet of grass and flowers that the morning had handed to her.
As she knelt down to run her hand over the grass, it caught her eye that the grass blades seemed to bend toward her hand as she go closer............Curious as the farm cat, she moved her hand fast and slow noticing how quickly or slowly the grass would react.
Even though she was*as sharp as a tack, she failed to notice that the Grass had lengthened itself and began to caress around her ankles.* As it smoothed over her knees, she tried to jump with a start, but alas it was too little to late.*
The grass carried her from the*edge of the path to the middle of the meadow and into a small thicket of alder tree's whose leaves seem to part as though lacey curtains knitted by Granmama. The grass now had full control of her hands and feet and body.*
She was rolled over and twisted in a circle and then brought to an old stump in the center that looked like*a cast for the broken body.*
No surprise it opened up and took her body inside of the trunk.*
"Now hold on with ya!!!!!!!!!!"* Yelled lass fiercely as she could trapped in a stump.
The grass stayed its movement and the trunk almost seemed to open.......
Then into the meadow stepped one of the We Folk, well maybe not so*WE` okay bigger then the poor lass.
His clothes were the color of the forest his hair a black that gleamed in the sun.* The twinkle in his eye and the twitching of his fingers is what made the maiden gasp.
"I see that we have finally caught the maiden*that every morning comes to tease the brook with her toes and plays with the grass and flower with her delicate arch......."*
She was about to respond but her sharp mind poked her with*yesterday mornings activates that included all that she was accused of.
Her shoes were*removed quite quickly by the grass.**
Gnomes*appeared and removed her thick socks and begin to apply*brushes to every inch of her feet with soapy water...............
The alder Grove shook with the Laughter that followed..........
Okay so which twist should the story take?
a) Gnomes begin to apply brushes to the fingers, ribs and legs.
b) Fuzzy caterpillars being a slow dance from the neck down into the trunk.
c) A fuzzy tickler with 4 arms and a hungry appetite for toes decides to join the party and things get a little out of hand
Was a crisp morn on the loch, the Bonnie we` lass was walking in the meadow admiring the green lush carpet of grass and flowers that the morning had handed to her.
As she knelt down to run her hand over the grass, it caught her eye that the grass blades seemed to bend toward her hand as she go closer............Curious as the farm cat, she moved her hand fast and slow noticing how quickly or slowly the grass would react.
Even though she was*as sharp as a tack, she failed to notice that the Grass had lengthened itself and began to caress around her ankles.* As it smoothed over her knees, she tried to jump with a start, but alas it was too little to late.*
The grass carried her from the*edge of the path to the middle of the meadow and into a small thicket of alder tree's whose leaves seem to part as though lacey curtains knitted by Granmama. The grass now had full control of her hands and feet and body.*
She was rolled over and twisted in a circle and then brought to an old stump in the center that looked like*a cast for the broken body.*
No surprise it opened up and took her body inside of the trunk.*
"Now hold on with ya!!!!!!!!!!"* Yelled lass fiercely as she could trapped in a stump.
The grass stayed its movement and the trunk almost seemed to open.......
Then into the meadow stepped one of the We Folk, well maybe not so*WE` okay bigger then the poor lass.
His clothes were the color of the forest his hair a black that gleamed in the sun.* The twinkle in his eye and the twitching of his fingers is what made the maiden gasp.
"I see that we have finally caught the maiden*that every morning comes to tease the brook with her toes and plays with the grass and flower with her delicate arch......."*
She was about to respond but her sharp mind poked her with*yesterday mornings activates that included all that she was accused of.
Her shoes were*removed quite quickly by the grass.**
Gnomes*appeared and removed her thick socks and begin to apply*brushes to every inch of her feet with soapy water...............
The alder Grove shook with the Laughter that followed..........
Okay so which twist should the story take?
a) Gnomes begin to apply brushes to the fingers, ribs and legs.
b) Fuzzy caterpillars being a slow dance from the neck down into the trunk.
c) A fuzzy tickler with 4 arms and a hungry appetite for toes decides to join the party and things get a little out of hand
