Post by Justin Flyte on May 23, 2010 0:00:08 GMT -5
Basically, I went to a site, and did one. I only used BACON, WALKED, RASPBERRY, HER, and Yelling Bacon All Night Long.
Here is the best story on earth.
the BACON and the RASPBERRY
- Hans Christian Anderson
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a BACON; but she would have to be a real BACON. He WALKED all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were BACONes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real BACON.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a BACON standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made HER look. The water ran down from HER hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of HER shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real BACON.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a RASPBERRY on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the RASPBERRY, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the BACON had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real BACON because she had felt the RASPBERRY right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real BACON could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took HER for his Yelling BACON All Night, for now he knew that he had a real BACON; and the RASPBERRY was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
Here is the best story on earth.
the BACON and the RASPBERRY
- Hans Christian Anderson
ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a BACON; but she would have to be a real BACON. He WALKED all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were BACONes enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real BACON.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went to open it.
It was a BACON standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had made HER look. The water ran down from HER hair and clothes; it ran down into the toes of HER shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real BACON.
"Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a RASPBERRY on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the RASPBERRY, and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the BACON had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.
"Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body. It's horrible!"
Now they knew that she was a real BACON because she had felt the RASPBERRY right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down beds.
Nobody but a real BACON could be as sensitive as that.
So the prince took HER for his Yelling BACON All Night, for now he knew that he had a real BACON; and the RASPBERRY was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
There, that is a true story.
