As she yelled her husband’s name, her face turned wooden as well, and her hair became the tree top. “What’s wrong, my dear?” a tree asked Prada as she heard her crying. “oh …” Prada was surprised, “you can hear me?” “of course I can, we all can,” the neighbor tree referred to the trees surrounding Prada. “You saw what happened,” Prada explained, “I just got turned into a tree and I don’t want to be a tree!” “You’ll get used to it!” another tree stepped in on the conversation. “Don’t mind him,” the first tree said, “he’s always obnoxious like that. If you really want to turn back there is a way.” “What?” Prada cried out: “I’ll do anything .. anything!”
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06/19/2009 at 5:35 pm
i don’t like the nighbours >.<
06/20/2009 at 10:41 am
lol. too bad, in her case, she can’t move to a new nighbourhood
06/20/2009 at 4:32 pm
maybe she can…. u never know
06/20/2009 at 8:05 pm
i wouldn’t be surprised if she Suicided or maybe even -Tan7er- her self like a BLACK sheep!!
06/20/2009 at 9:25 pm
so what you’re saying is: when the going gets tough, you bail out?
الترجمه: لما أيصير عندش مشاكل كبيره، تنتحريين و أتفكيين نفسش
06/21/2009 at 9:54 am
she should use a chainsaw, doom style
06/21/2009 at 9:43 am
anything???