There is a secret society of tree assassins that thrives in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey. Silent, stealthy, and remarkably deadly, these secretive conifers await their victims, attracting them with their attractive foliage and scent, and majestic appearance. And while the unsuspecting prey admires the view -- the tree abruptly crashes onto him, crushing his skull, rib cage, and puncturing his pancreas.
I have no idea what this has to do with forest noises and mimes, but I enjoyed writing it.
You don't have to know, Janny! Heaven knows you're so incredibly profound, it would pay a thousand dollars just to understand why you say half the things you do :D
LOL, wizzy. I'm gearing up to try to get a writing gig somewhere. I'm seriously trying to get some practice here at this foul hellhole, because if I tried plying my wares at a REAL writer's forum, they'd laugh me off the site in seconds flat. So I figured I'd start small -- REAL small -- here at Idiots Incorporated, Non-stop ;-)
I have no idea what this has to do with forest noises and mimes, but I enjoyed writing it.
Besides, they're mostly full of grotty little TEENAGERS. And you know how much we all hate them!
I can't believe I just wrote that...