Once upon a night I was sitting in a murky hot tub with my sibling. There were also 3 other lovely gentlemen in this steaming tub. To describe them i would have to convey to you the stages of Cast Away.
1.There was one in the "cast" stage: a bit of scruff, mostly in the chin area.
2. Then we reach the "a" stage, in which there is some patchiness that no one can handle except a high school girl because no one should wear that unless they live at home with their parents.
3. Finally we reach full on "castaway"... wilson is gone, no more fed ex packages, good bye tom hanks, i'm talking hair long enough to braid. Give him a staff and he could have been wizard of the hot tub.
Anyways, seeing all these gloriously covered chins sprouting with unusual hair i was hit by a thought. Due to these men's strange fondness for scruff i knew one thing then and there. If the bubbles cleared i could be sitting in a hot tub with centaurs. Now obviously, i was not in a hot spring in Narnia, but if i was i would be up to my clavicle in bubbly-furred hindquarters. And so that is the story of a young girl and her accidental foray into a fantastical hot tub.
The End
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