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anya_1984 a very happy birthday, filled with lots of love and chocolate!
Secondly, I'd like to write a little story about cherry blossoms. (Well, it's not really a story because it is true...)
When I was in Year Six, I went out with a guy in my grade. When I say 'went out', we went out in the sense of ignoring each other in class, communicating through proxies, then spending all of lunchtime playing tips with our rival gangs of Year Two (me) and kindergarten (him) minions. This continued on unchanged for about five months, until summer came, and the cherry blossoms gave way to ornamental cherries.
The thing about ornamental cherries was that we had about ten trees of them at school, and each year they took on the glamour and allure of the forbidden. Every child in the school loved to eat them, but we were forbidden from climbing the trees.
After seven years at the school, I had my illegal-cherry-picking down to a fine and sneaky art. I knew that the oldest tree, the one furthest from the school, with the white flowers, had the best fruit. I knew exactly which week to pick them in so that they'd be that perfect mix of sweet and sour. And my 'boyfriend' and I had a clever plan to pick cherries undetected.
This story illustrates why gangs of younger minions are very helpful. While one of us was up the tree, the other would scan the oval for teachers. Our minions acted as watchdogs as well, scouting the area and reporting back to us. By the end of two days, I had a skirtful of cherries, which I deposited in my lunchbox, and he had a massive, plastic take-away container filled with the delicious fruit. This take-away container was the envy of 6R.
Because we were very immature, we would occasionally steal each other's cherries and run off with them (or get our gangs of minions to do the same), but, as in the wider world, there is an honour among thieves, and so we would always return each other's ill-gotten gains.
But back to the much-envied take-away container belonging to the object of my 11-year-old affections. I said there was an honour among thieves, but unfortunately, not among *all* thieves. One day, when he was away sick, someone at his desk dobbed him in for illegally harvesting the ornamental cherries, and the entire box of forbidden fruit was confiscated.
Guess the dobber just had sour grapes.
anya_1984 a very happy birthday, filled with lots of love and chocolate!Secondly, I'd like to write a little story about cherry blossoms. (Well, it's not really a story because it is true...)
When I was in Year Six, I went out with a guy in my grade. When I say 'went out', we went out in the sense of ignoring each other in class, communicating through proxies, then spending all of lunchtime playing tips with our rival gangs of Year Two (me) and kindergarten (him) minions. This continued on unchanged for about five months, until summer came, and the cherry blossoms gave way to ornamental cherries.
The thing about ornamental cherries was that we had about ten trees of them at school, and each year they took on the glamour and allure of the forbidden. Every child in the school loved to eat them, but we were forbidden from climbing the trees.
After seven years at the school, I had my illegal-cherry-picking down to a fine and sneaky art. I knew that the oldest tree, the one furthest from the school, with the white flowers, had the best fruit. I knew exactly which week to pick them in so that they'd be that perfect mix of sweet and sour. And my 'boyfriend' and I had a clever plan to pick cherries undetected.
This story illustrates why gangs of younger minions are very helpful. While one of us was up the tree, the other would scan the oval for teachers. Our minions acted as watchdogs as well, scouting the area and reporting back to us. By the end of two days, I had a skirtful of cherries, which I deposited in my lunchbox, and he had a massive, plastic take-away container filled with the delicious fruit. This take-away container was the envy of 6R.
Because we were very immature, we would occasionally steal each other's cherries and run off with them (or get our gangs of minions to do the same), but, as in the wider world, there is an honour among thieves, and so we would always return each other's ill-gotten gains.
But back to the much-envied take-away container belonging to the object of my 11-year-old affections. I said there was an honour among thieves, but unfortunately, not among *all* thieves. One day, when he was away sick, someone at his desk dobbed him in for illegally harvesting the ornamental cherries, and the entire box of forbidden fruit was confiscated.
Guess the dobber just had sour grapes.
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