Fable

Once upon a time a/an (adjective) (noun) expert named (name of person in room) felt a/an (adjective) pain. He sent for a/an (adjective) surgeon who looked at his (adjective) stomach and said, "(Exclamation)!" Then he muttered (adverb), "I see your trouble. The (noun) on your (adjective) stomach is overlapping the (noun) next to your kidney." The surgeon (adverb) took him to the (adjective) operating room of the hospital. There he made a/an (adjective) incision reaching from the patient's (noun) to his (noun). "(Exclamation)!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that (adjective) (noun)." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the (noun) out of the (noun), but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the (noun).
MORAL: A/An (noun) in time saves nine.

Millie said...
Once upon a time a goose-pimply meth mouth expert named Willard Undertaker felt a bejeweled pain. He sent for an out of walnuts surgeon who looked at his trampy-looking stomach and said, "It's my wedding day - why do I look so annoyed?!" Then he muttered bug zappingly, "I see your trouble. The coconut milk on your in love with Swiper stomach is overlapping the newly-bereft-of-stuff-and-really-cranky hoarder next to your kidney." The surgeon seductively took him to the dead-eyed operating room of the hospital. There he made a stacked incision reaching from the patient's weed to his child-injuring Tonka truck. "Holy Frijole!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that Fronch crusty TV remote." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the ceiling cobweb out of the chandelier pendant, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the clown shoe.

MORAL: A thing caught between your teeth in time saves nine.

Heffalump said...
Once upon a time a mangy lemonade expert named Captain Underpants felt a stick-to-your-ribs-good pain. He sent for a vomit-inducing surgeon who looked at his smelly stomach and said, "SOY SAUCE!" Then he muttered willingly, "I see your trouble. The fountain on your rose-petalled stomach is overlapping the glass eye next to your kidney." The surgeon unobtrusively took him to the endlessly churning operating room of the hospital. There he made a Solid Gold dancing incision reaching from the patient's dog named Pete to his monkey's paw. "I should've had a V-8!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that handmade Owl Creek Bridge." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the Raven out of the Cask of Amontillado, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the Tell-Tale Heart.

MORAL: A Masquerade in time saves nine.

Klin said...
Once upon a time a depressed baby diaper expert named Martin Bradshaw felt a baby blue pain. He sent for a partied out surgeon who looked at his snotty stomach and said, "Holy Batman!" Then he muttered stunningly, "I see your trouble. The dog pound on your fluffy stomach is overlapping the place we call work next to your kidney." The surgeon flatly took him to the squarishly round operating room of the hospital. There he made an intoxicated incision reaching from the patient's cute little dog called Squirt to his Forks, Washington. "What the Cabbage!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that quiet high school." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the Jeep out of the banana, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the ice cream.

MORAL: A hospital in time saves nine.