I have chosen today as Madlibs Day. If you have never played Madlibs, you are in for a treat. You follow the directions below and end up with a funny story when all the blanks are filled in. Please comment with your responses, and I will follow up with your personalized version of the story. Come on and play, and be creative in your answers.
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the smurf and the cow
By Mr. Bad Example
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a smurf; but she would have to be a real smurf. He excommunicated all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were smurfs enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real smurf.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a smurf standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real smurf.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a cow on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the cow, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the smurf had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real smurf because she had felt the cow right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real smurf could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took her for his untouchables, for now he knew that he had a real smurf; and the cow was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
the dog and the horse
By Jeff is With Me!
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a dog; but she would have to be a real dog. He drank all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were dogs enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real dog.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a dog standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made him look. The water ran down from him hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of him shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real dog.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a horse on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the horse, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the dog had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real dog because she had felt the horse right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real dog could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took him for his food network, for now he knew that he had a real dog; and the horse was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
the job and the friend
By Faye
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a job; but she would have to be a real job. He played all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were jobs enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real job.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a job standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made his look. The water ran down from his hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of his shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real job.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a friend on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the friend, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the job had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real job because she had felt the friend right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real job could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took his for his beauty & the beast, for now he knew that he had a real job; and the friend was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
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