Scarlet Crystal
Bibbity Rabbity
Title: Sydney and the Little Big Man
Author: me! Anna (no co-writers)
Rating: PG -- may contain stupendous content to scare small children
Disclaimer: hey J. J. i'll buy it from u for a buck... heh heh
Enjoy!
Dedication
This story is dedicated to my trip to Ireland (which I never took). When I first met Bobo, he threatened to eat my shoes, which would have been disastrous for me. I begged and moaned for a safe release, and after a while I began to whine. Now the one thing that little leprechauns cannot stand is whining, or even sometimes bickering. So when I whined, he did 5 flips on his head and landed on his left ear (standard for angry little men; though an extra three flips may be added if the anger is toward another little man, or woman to impress and scare them). Now since I am an expert on little men like Bobo, and was then, I knew a cue to shut up when I saw one.
Obviously, Bobo was ready to make a deal. “I will not eat your shoes,” he began, “if you don’t whine.” And of course, with me being SO clever, I said “fine” and was done with it.
“But since I did catch you,” Bobo went on, “I still get SOMEthing from you.”
“And what is that?” I said without interest, loudly and obnoxiously.
“Besides no whining…” Bobo spun around once.
“Huh?” I said in confusion.
“ARG!” Bobo yelled. “You interrupted my excitement-builder!”
“Oh sorry,” I said, even though I didn’t know what he meant (and it’s probably the same with you).
“Anyway, BESIDES NO WHINING” (he spun) “YOU MUST TELL THE WORLD ABOUT ME. Here in Ireland.”
“I know just the way,” I said to Bobo confidently. So we shook hands and made the deal.
Now since you are reading this story, you are probably wondering what this has to do with Sydney. Obviously the little big man is Bobo and Sydney is Sydney. You see, to tell the world about Bobo as I promised, I decided to write a fic about him, and stick Sydney in it.
Please don’t take me seriously, or I might break my promise to Bobo… AND WHINE!
ONE note to take note of: I have not seen Bobo since (except in my dreams), and NO he doesn’t have a beard, but most definitely a pot of gold.
Author: me! Anna (no co-writers)
Rating: PG -- may contain stupendous content to scare small children
Disclaimer: hey J. J. i'll buy it from u for a buck... heh heh
Enjoy!
Dedication
This story is dedicated to my trip to Ireland (which I never took). When I first met Bobo, he threatened to eat my shoes, which would have been disastrous for me. I begged and moaned for a safe release, and after a while I began to whine. Now the one thing that little leprechauns cannot stand is whining, or even sometimes bickering. So when I whined, he did 5 flips on his head and landed on his left ear (standard for angry little men; though an extra three flips may be added if the anger is toward another little man, or woman to impress and scare them). Now since I am an expert on little men like Bobo, and was then, I knew a cue to shut up when I saw one.
Obviously, Bobo was ready to make a deal. “I will not eat your shoes,” he began, “if you don’t whine.” And of course, with me being SO clever, I said “fine” and was done with it.
“But since I did catch you,” Bobo went on, “I still get SOMEthing from you.”
“And what is that?” I said without interest, loudly and obnoxiously.
“Besides no whining…” Bobo spun around once.
“Huh?” I said in confusion.
“ARG!” Bobo yelled. “You interrupted my excitement-builder!”
“Oh sorry,” I said, even though I didn’t know what he meant (and it’s probably the same with you).
“Anyway, BESIDES NO WHINING” (he spun) “YOU MUST TELL THE WORLD ABOUT ME. Here in Ireland.”
“I know just the way,” I said to Bobo confidently. So we shook hands and made the deal.
Now since you are reading this story, you are probably wondering what this has to do with Sydney. Obviously the little big man is Bobo and Sydney is Sydney. You see, to tell the world about Bobo as I promised, I decided to write a fic about him, and stick Sydney in it.
Please don’t take me seriously, or I might break my promise to Bobo… AND WHINE!
ONE note to take note of: I have not seen Bobo since (except in my dreams), and NO he doesn’t have a beard, but most definitely a pot of gold.
