A conversation between me and the boy

[breakinglight11]

Me: I am covered with bruises lately. Where the hell did they all come from?

Jared: Something must be beating you in your sleep.

Me: I must have done something to offend a lot of tiny violent elves that sneak into my room at night. Either that, or it's Moosey (the stuffed moose Jared gave me whose real name is Romeo but I always just call Moosey.)

Jared: Oh, Moosey wouldn't do that. He loves you. Unless you were bad. Then you'd deserve it.

Me: Me, bad? No, I've been good. I'm always good. It must be the elves. Why isn't Moosey defending me from them?

Jared: He's a lover, not a fighter.

Me: But he can still beat me for being bad?

Comments

[oakenguy.livejournal.com]

Have you considered that you might just be the battlefield that the epic Moosey vs. Elf conflicts rage upon? If Moosey = Mothra and Elves = Ghidra, your back = Tokyo.

[breakinglight11.livejournal.com]

That explains EVERYTHING!

[in-water-writ.livejournal.com]

Moosey must be an Italian man. A lover, not a fighter... until a woman runs her fool mouth. :p