Cloud Juice
A story of Miss Tree, Tree-Son, and Sore Sir Re
Written By: Jake Swartwout
Re will be #1
“Re! Come here this instant!” a voice shouted from somewhere far off. Groaning and mumbling, Re tumbled out his bed and towards the sound of the voice. It was his Mom. She didn’t like him. Just because.
“ 4 thousand dollars on sore muscle treatment?!?!?!? You already got 3 thousand! Why do you need so much!”
“I already told you, I am still sore from that sore stuff!” Re grumbled
“Oh. Poor Re got dumped in a giant bucket of needles, hammer, and thorns then got sore. Oooh. Still needs special care from his parents. Poor Re.” She taunted
But Re was already out the door having stolen everything from their small tent of a house, packed it into a bag, and went out the door all before you could say:
“themajicprofecieseastatReesthechohsenwun” Which his mom did say. Wait, what did she say?
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