Word!s of My People

So I went on a road trip with the choir from my school to audition for All Region (SE AZ) choir. I made it, and I'll get my scores and music sometime at the end of this week. And there was much rejoicing. *yaaaaay*

On the road trip part of my trip however, (the funnest part of all road trips, in my opinion) my friend Eugene and I wrote a story. With each of us taking turns writing three words. Yeah. Halfway through it became a competition to see who could make the other person end the sentence, so about half the story is a single sentence. I'm not sure how to punctuate it either, so I won't, except for periods. Also, There is one spot where I wrote four words and he wrote two. I'll mark it for you. Other than that, I started and he ended. Here it is:

Once, Billy was skipping through the field. Then he tripped and died. His mother was surprisingly happy since his father had eaten all the sliced, diced, and chopped food from the nearby garden. When they went on their way to said field all of the pickles were gone. Overshadowing them was a really scary and extremely vicious shadow of a big oak tree. The two didn't notice it because they were currently busy enjoying some somewhat old yet suprisingly delectable and moist type of food which had come to a very near perfect gestation period after several months of quietly cultivating its moisture in a pod of the specific scientific genus obletagus anborum thought to grow only on a rare type of oak tree residing in some parts of the town where Billy had recently watered his favorite prize-winning patch of green grass but under which his parents had recently walked by while eating said food. Then his parents tripped and DIED! How you ask? I won't say. But I will acquiesce and say how Billy met his demise. . .whey.

So the scientific genus was completely made up, and we both got tired after about a half page of writing, but it was still pretty awesome. Hooray for randomness!