This story comes to us from StockGuilt and it may just be the most adult lesson taught in the most child-like way. Don’t mistake the tool for the treasure!
So, as a kind of apology for posting a picture of a naked woman on the site last week, we decided to write a children’s story.
That’s the way we roll. Like a WalMart cart, all Wibble-wobbly and covered in grease from being handled by weirdos wearing stretchy pants and slippers.
To facilitate, we enlisted the help of Charlie, a six year old kindergarten student. She will give us the nouns of our story. Enjoy!
P.s., We acknowledge that the geography and biology of this story are not accurate. But, if you are the type of person that would point that out, while reading a story about anthropomorphized talking animals, we are probably not going to please you anyhow.
There was once a little boy Giraffe named Poopathon (its a family name). He lived in the jungle. One day, Poopa was picking ripe mangoes…
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