*sniffs* sure….take it away Mr. Krabs…. π₯ππͺπππ«
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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? π
Me: You mean pay? π
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 breezeπβ,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 photosβ¨π·….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!!!!! π΅
Β Tammy cried as the five babies rolled out her hand and escaped down the hill. π
Narrator: May she sway in peaceπ…..what a failed art piece! π¦
Haha! Thanks for stopping by as always guys π Much love and blessings to you! xxoo. ππ
P.S- My coconut tree is still alive tho…and no the babies haven’t escaped yet! Or should I say picked yet? π π LONG LIVE SALLY!!! ππ΄π (that’s her name btwπ)Β