*sniffs* sure….take it away Mr. Krabs…. 😥😔😪😓😭😫
Narrator: We are all gathered here to paint our last art piece in ze remembrance of Tammy’s coconut tree…which died after viewing its painted version of itself-,
Me: Please….let’s not go any further into the cause of my beloved fruit tree of five death…please!
Narrator: Well I’m getting painted for this ain’t I? 😏
Me: You mean pay? 😐
Narrator: You know what I mean…
Me: Yes. *sniff* now please…carry on…
Narrator: Sure…Tammy’s tree was 14 years old of leaves and enjoyed her time swaying in the Caribbean breeze🍃☀,just above her owner’s house on de hillside. She was healthy, tanned and carried her kids lightly. She was happy, strong and loved standing one place for photos✨📷….until one day her owner decided to create an art piece for her 15th bday. Chaotic. Mistake. Ever.
Me: If you mention one more w-,
Narrator: Allow me to reveal the painting that mortified Tammy’s. Coconut. Tree.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! 😵
Tammy cried as the five babies rolled out her hand and escaped down the hill. 😂
Narrator: May she sway in peace🎑…..what a failed art piece! 😦
Haha! Thanks for stopping by as always guys 😀 Much love and blessings to you! xxoo. 😂😘
P.S- My coconut tree is still alive tho…and no the babies haven’t escaped yet! Or should I say picked yet? 😉 😀 LONG LIVE SALLY!!! 💚🌴💚 (that’s her name btw😂)