Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The puddle and the traveler

Once upon a time, it rained in Florida.
And from that rain, a puddle was born.
It was a small puddle, but proud and brave.
In that same driveway land, there was a traveler. He was a strong and adventurous lad and eager to discover.

In the course of his travels, this young adventurer stumbled upon the puddle. And in awe he approached it with the reverence one weary with thrist might approach an oasis in the desert.

And like a man tired from his journey, the traveler drank deeply of the puddle.

And thus ended the proud puddle's life...as most of it was absorbed by the traveler's sweat pants.

The End.

5 comments:

Jen said...

LOL! He is just so cute.

Kelli said...

Boys! They are one of a kind. What a cutie.

Angie said...

Cute!!!

blueviolet said...

It can all be explained with just that one word.

Boy.

Emily said...

hahahaha...Ok, that's the best story I've heard in a long time!