Once upon a time, there was a little chicken named Chappy. His greatest fear was being made into a chicken sandwich. Chappy would take the long way when going to school, just to avoid the local bakery. He would not even eat breadcrumbs, because he felt that karma would come back and get him bitten in the ass. One day, Chappy was late for school, so he had no choice but to run by the bakery to get there on time. As he passed it, the wonderful aroma of freshly baked bread stopped him, and taken by curiosity, he pressed his beak up against the window. Suddenly, the baker came outside. Chappy froze in fright. Then, he heard the baker say: "Oh look! A chicken! Maybe we could make him into a chicken sandwich." "Nooooo!" thought Chappy, but he couldn't move, partly because the smell was so good. And then Mr Baker said: "Just kidding!" and patted Chappy on the head. Then, he got some corn from the corn bin and fed it to little Chappy. Suspicious, but unable to resist, Chappy pecked at the corn. He soon realized that he was in no danger, and finished it all up before happily heading to school.

From that day on, Chappy the chicken was always early for school, because he wasn't afraid of going past the bakery any more. He even got free breakfast some days.

The moral of the story is: Face your fears, for it may bring you breakfast.

The End
Unknown "Keetten" Loyal - 15 years, 10 months, 22 days ago

Once upon a time, there was a little monster who lived in a cave. He was fuzzy, and looked a little like a tiny blue cat with a very, very long tail. He was far from big and scary; in fact, he was quite adorable. One day, while he was out foraging for his favourite scooterberries, he came across a fox. The fox was crying beneath a willow tree. The fuzzy monster hopped up to her and asked: "What's wrong, Mrs Fox?" And the fox replied, sniffing: "Oh, it's nothing, I just don't have a dress to go to the Lion's Ball." Fuzzy monster sat next to her and patted her tail. "I could help you make one out of scooterberries, Mrs Fox," he said. Mrs Fox looked up, hopeful. Fuzzy monster started to scramble around excitedly, picking up all the scooterberries he could find. Then, he put them in a ring around her head. She was delighted. "Now do my tail!" she said happily. Fuzzy monster's face fell. "I have no more scooterberries left, Mrs Fox," he said sadly. Mrs Fox slumped against the tree. "Oh well," she said. "How about we have our own party, right here?" Fuzzy monster's tail waved. "Oh yes!" he said, and plucked a berry off her head and popped it into his mouth. And as the sun set, fuzzy monster and Mrs Fox sat under the shade of the willow tree eating scooterberries and talking about politics.

The moral of the story is: BYOB (Bring Your Own Berries)

The End
Unknown "Keetten" Loyal - 15 years, 10 months, 23 days ago

Once upon a time, there was a little bear, and a big bear. And the big bear said unto the little bear: "Why are you not wearing any shoes?" And the little bear said: "My feet are covered in soft paddedness, and I have no need for shoes." And the big bear said: "My shoes are used for throwing at hunters, because they never expect that a bear will throw a shoe at them, and thus it is easier to avoid being shot." And the little bear said, "oh," and shot a hunter, and stole his shoes.

The moral of the story is: Bears are godless killing machines. Keep all your shoes indoors.

The End
Unknown "Keetten" Loyal - 15 years, 11 months, 2 days ago