You're cursed to think about a tiny apple that is a home to an even tinier hippo who likes to fish and also one of his teeth, which he only has two of is inhabited by a fairy that spends every night on a stump of a spruse tree that was cut down when it was 72 years old and on which 3 sqirrels like to sit and one of those squirrels was actually an alien from a planet in another galaxy, who crashed into the earth while trying to buy some space milk from Mars, but it was so tiny no one notice and now that ailen can't get any space milk, only cow and cat milk, but it doesn't miss the space milk since it realized that the Earth milk is way better, what they do miss though is the gravity of it's home plane, which is way stronger than here and the alien can't get used to it. It also can't accept to the fact that it can understand and talk to birds but not humans, and the birds taught it math so complex the humans will never be able to understand it and it wants to share the knowelege but can't and that REALLY makes it mad, like to the point where trees get punched and sometimes they fall because the strength of that alien is random, sometimes it hits like a meteor hammer and sometimes like a non-meteor hammer. Sometimes it doesn't hit anything at all though, so it just goes around kicking pinecones and thinking about life and death, because after reaching a certain age everyone of those species of aliens has a dream where they see what hapens after death, but our alien never got it even though its old enough and been for a long time, so now it wonders whats wrong and why the dream didn't happen, maybe it did happen, but it forgot? I don't know. No one knows, and our ailen is left wondering probably forever.
Another thing it likes to do is talking to an owl, who once resqued another bird from hunters and now that bird brings the owl food, and with no need to hunt it has to find something to do, so it writes songs and poems, then makes the alien learn them and they sing together or just talk about stuff like the smell of apples and burnt hair, thats their go-to topic, they start every conversation with it and then shift to other topics, but eventually return to the original one, thats just how much they love it. Another thing they love is bricks. The owl steals hundreds of bricks from the houses and brings it to the forest, where it just leaves them on the ground, so no matter where it is, it has at least one brick in sight.
They are pretty annoying to the ants though, and they have tried to reason with the owl, but it didn't listen, so they told it that's a war, but really its the Phoney War because they're not actually doing anything to attact the owl except angrily stare at it when it flies by or sits with the alien on some tree branch, and the owl couldn't care less. Well thats a lie, because another thing it doesn't care about it is human armpits. Believe it or not but that owl doesnt give a crab (
) about those.
What it does care about is eggs. Especially chocolate eggs, that randomly appear near the trees that were gnawed by beavers, no one knows why, but no one questions it. Somz suspect the beavers, but they don't know either. Some don't trust them, especially the bear that lives bear the old oak. That bear is very proud of the fact that he once tried tea, and if you ever get to spend any time with him, he'll tell you the story at least three times maybe even starts the fourth, but by that time everyone usually leaves, but he doesn't get upset, because there are always trees to tell it to and they never walk away. Perfect listeners, just like rocks.
The rocks are located near a river that isn't too deep but is very fast and with time made them into round pebbles. Every day they wake up to declare the opinion on the water today, but since they're all talking at the same time and never listen to each other no one knows their opinion, even the mosquitos who hang out near the river don't but who's even interested in what rocks have to say about the water, especially since it nothing ever changes so their opinion stays the same all the time? Thats right, the water itself. The only one that can understand what they say and since it has an awful memory, it forgets what they said previously, even if that was 2.8 seconds ago, and this makes it interesting for the water every time. And it really hates winter, because being frozen into ice doesn't let it listen to the rocks, but they keep talking and the water thinks it's missing out on something never heard before. No one has ever told it, so it doesn't know how wrong it is.
Oh and if you didn't notice I contradicted myself because I said rocks are perfect listeners, but you can easily figure that they arent, but I won't fix that because I can and also because I'm too lazy for that.
Back to the story, another creature that lives in the forest is a cow, her name is UraniumFever, but she refuses to tell anyone why, because she loves rumors and there are a lot of those about her name. In case you forgot, let me remind you how the alien loves any milk that isn't space milk, and UraniumFever lets it drink hers when she has it in exchange for the alien spreading new rumors about her name weekly. Everyone else is tired of them though, and the cow doesn't have as much fun with them anymore, so she's considering changing her name to something else for others to be interested in it again. Some of her ideas include "derivative", "136203398" and "𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 ". Fun fact: those are just random things from my clipboard. But so far UraniumFever hasn't changed her name, because she's too used fo the old one and is scared to commit to a new one.
UraniumFever's best friend is a bee named π/6, and that's weird, because usually bees don't get names at all, let alone names like this, but we don't ask questions.
Actually I will ask a question. What did Bob do on a Saturday, more specifically February 30th? The only reason I'm allowed to ask it is because I will answer it. Bob woke up in a mood where its yet to be decided, nothing upset him yet but nothing made him particularly happy. He munched on some tinfoil for breakfast and went to watch news on his tv, forgetting for the 74th time that he blew it up with a Fusante № 1, because thats a normal Rob thing to do. Dissapointed but still not quite upset, he went to eat some more tinfoil before going outside to check the sky colour. Normally it ranged from
this color to this colour, but today it was this color, which Rob found incredibly weird and wrote it down on his forehead, which was located on his knees. That made it very convenient to write on, and since it was giant, Rob used it to keep a journal. So far -52 years were documented there and he had no intentions to stop. After spending 7 hours on that task, he headed out to a park to change his name. It was a tradition to change his name every day, so even tho he was named Rob on Feb the 30th, today he might be Roar, or Seaweed or even Bob. We'll call him Rob though, because that day he also robbed a shop. Fortunately for the police of his town it was Rob's shop which he ran by himself, so technically he didn't steal anything, just took his own stuff. Or not really took, he just came in to breathe some air, and I don't even know why I called it a robbery, probably because his name that day was Rob. After breathing air he returned home to beat the crab ( ) out of a plum, because Rob had an unimaginably large beef with plums and promised himself he will beat up two plums daily or he won't be Rob. Well he wasn't Rob anyway because by that time he changed his name to "Ы". And I didn't tell you, but he already beat up one plum that day. I never told you because nothing requires me to describe the things he's done in order. By the way before even waking up he had a dream about The Greatest Sludge, but he asked me to not tell you about it, so uhhh, don't let him know I said that. It wasn't me. Totally.
After doing the thing with a poor absolutely not deserving it plum, he wished to make the text bigger, so I shall grant his wish without corrupting it because its the wrong forum game.
Next, Ы went to his friend's house to eat some eggs, because he was getting quite hungry and eggs in any shape were his favourite food. For example that day he had them shaped like scooters. Scooters reminded him of the one he had as a small kid, so he decided its time to decrease the size of the text.
Now I can tell you about Ы's friend. Actually I would tell you something if i knew anything about that friend. I don't want to lie or make up untrue things, so no information about the friend will be provided besides what you already know.
I spent over an hour on this and I have an unfinished essay to write. Awesome stuff really. Hope you enjoy your curse.
