《The Hate Of The Acorn》


 Prologue

    Did you know that having your face caked with dung isn''t a very pleasant experience? Well, it isn''t. Trust me on this.


    Yesterday things were going as normal as any day would. Wake up, eat, blah blah blah, school, and then me and my gang went to a hill for a picnic. Things were going fine too, until I found my face in a pile of dung. Then after cleaning myself, and roaming around in aGODFORSAKEN FOREST when I ran into Bryan.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    We talked for a bit, before coming to a conclusion that we had no idea where we were. Not that we didn''t knowthat already.


    Then we ate a few VIOLET fruits, before going to sleep on a tree. And today we wake up in a pile of acorns. Just some normal acorns. Oh, and the acorns have arms and legs. And teeth. Very VERY sharp teeth.


    And oily black eyes. Somehow, that was the part that wierded me out the most.


    Something told me that I wouldn''t be home in a long time. And that I would HATE THE DAMN ACORNS.