Do You Still Like Us?

Despite their speed the journey stretches and taxes them greatly, as they stand before the great beginning of the majestic battle to come they heave tired, broken and lost. But silently they look to one another and steel themselves for the task at hand, an arduous series of dazzling, fantastic and oblique puzzles and feats that will push them to purest madness. They confidently stride forward knowing this is a task for 2 brave, confident little girls.  

Despite their speed the journey stretches and taxes them greatly, as they stand before the great beginning of the majestic battle to come they heave tired, broken and lost. But silently they look to one another and steel themselves for the task at hand, an arduous series of dazzling, fantastic and oblique puzzles and feats that will push them to purest madness. They confidently stride forward knowing this is a task for 2 brave, confident little girls.  

Once the 2 little girls went on a grand adventure that only 2 brave, confident little girls could ever survive. It was a bad thing in a far away place, but they could ignore it no longer. So they pack light and they travel fast. They ignore many smaller feats along the way, they have to stay focused, the beastie is an old one, a smart one and of the purest evil.

Once the 2 little girls went on a grand adventure that only 2 brave, confident little girls could ever survive. It was a bad thing in a far away place, but they could ignore it no longer. So they pack light and they travel fast. They ignore many smaller feats along the way, they have to stay focused, the beastie is an old one, a smart one and of the purest evil.

Sometimes the 2 brave, little girls would put on a party. Everyone who was anyone would be there and the 2 brave girls made sure everyone was invited. Sometimes guests would get ego and sometimes guests would get macho, but the girls always showed up and fixed everything before it got weird. At the end of every party the 2 tired gals would be so tired, but also so happy because sometimes guests just need a little help to make a party perfect.

Sometimes the 2 brave, little girls would put on a party. Everyone who was anyone would be there and the 2 brave girls made sure everyone was invited. Sometimes guests would get ego and sometimes guests would get macho, but the girls always showed up and fixed everything before it got weird. At the end of every party the 2 tired gals would be so tired, but also so happy because sometimes guests just need a little help to make a party perfect.

The 2 little girls were very tired of all the very tiring rules and games everyone played. They had come to hate the rules of the place. So they decided to stop playing by the rules. Things got weird for a while, tense for a while, but the girls were much happier...and things got along a lot better, for the most part. Still they were quite the rule breakers the town’s people would whisper to one another in private places. 

There were so many birds in that old, grown tree. Birds of every shape and size, inside out birds and upside down birds and birds that had to look sideways to catch a full breath and beautiful birds so vain they were not even good enough for themselves. Some birds had so many brothers and sisters and some birds were so old they had no one left at all. The 2 little, brave girls would sneak up to the tree real quite like and from a nice perch in the tree tops they would spy on all the serious and silly things of that court of birds. It was a very special place that they left a very secret place.

There is a mostly forgotten and recently found story about the 2 little, brave girls, from their far way time in the deep, hot desert. A most desperate moment pressed in upon the girls, a thirst so primeval it meant death unquenched. The girls shook bravely before death, but they noticed the shaking came mostly from the cool, fine sand they had buried their burning, pink feet into. The warmth and life they brought had awakened an old and rusty snake, a snake of very old that taught them old and rusty things, like how brackish drips of water could be coxed from deep, dark and full shadows. The snake had grown so old it had forgotten how to be a predator.

There is a mostly forgotten and recently found story about the 2 little, brave girls, from their far way time in the deep, hot desert. A most desperate moment pressed in upon the girls, a thirst so primeval it meant death unquenched. The girls shook bravely before death, but they noticed the shaking came mostly from the cool, fine sand they had buried their burning, pink feet into. The warmth and life they brought had awakened an old and rusty snake, a snake of very old that taught them old and rusty things, like how brackish drips of water could be coxed from deep, dark and full shadows. The snake had grown so old it had forgotten how to be a predator.