I went to the park with my friends .when,

I went to the park with my friends .when, we got there, we saw a alive trees uprooting itself and coming towards us with a rocket launcher and a guitar playing with it .........

Sky Rockets in flight, Afternoon Delight! The tree smiled and fired the rocket launcher. My friend and I held hands, started singing along and skipping through the park. The trees

were careful to not lose any limbs with fireworks, but accidents still happen. An oak lost a branch; a birch was besotted with singed leaves. My friend and I brushed past brambles

that I had my under water under pressure under scrutiny torch/flashlight out in between my teeth. I steadied myself as I slipped my hand into the jaw like hole. It was

tight but the grease I had covered myself in made it possible to get through the pipe into the first cistern. The water was rancid with dead bodies rotting. The overflow pipe was

clogged with some unspeakable sludge the stench of which I have never experience before or since. I choked on the fetid septic air, gagged, and hurled. The noxious air dizzied me.

And yet the smelly sludge clogged on, oblivious to my discomfort, as a filthy clodhopper played the fiddle. I could not look away as the sludge's stomps left puddles of ooze along

the swamp's edge. Despite the Smelly Sludge's rancid odour I began to feel drawn to him. After all, who was I to judge. The Clodhopper stopped his fiddling and I started to

raise my knickers when he stopped me for a last glance at my ass. Plus he paid in cash more than I was asking. Said it was him paying the tax we were worth. Whatever that meant.