the girl who said fuck frequently walked on a cobblestoned road embraced by trees. the last of few.
she nearly tripped over a brick red rock.
“shit!” she exclaimed.
the sparrow perched on the third brown branch raised an eyebrow.
the girl who said fuck frequently kept on walking.
she stepped in a muddy puddle outlined with cobblestones.
“damn it!” she shouted.
the tree with three brown branches raised an eyebrow.
the girl who said fuck frequently pulled up her freshly dyed chocolate-coloured socks and continued.
she snuck past a vengeful hurricane, crawled under a bridge flooded with zombies, sashayed around a discourteous fire, and tiptoed through the meadow of bloodthirsty, ravenous giants.
then she proceed to walk into a pillar.
the bird flew away in peace, the tree let out a sigh of relief, and all the world was right again.