GCA Christmas Party

When my friend Kaylen is at a party something creative is bound to happen. This story got passed around the entire room and pretty much everyone added a sentence. I just happened to be the one with the notebook, so I thought I would put it on here for everyone to enjoy. :) (Because it totally makes sense.)

Once upon a time there was a maniacal shoe named Alfred. He despised the fact that he was a left show, but he was still alone with no way of changing. This is because in Shoeland left shoes were despised. They were despised to the utmost being left to live out their entire lives on the outskirts of the town, all alone. But Alfred was sick and tired of being alone, so he set out on a wonderful journey. He was setting out to prove that left shoes were worth something; that they were of great value.

Alfred packed his best shoestring, said goodbye to his pet pill bug and set out towards the smell of excitement. This led him to a cool boot camp where the motto was "Arbeit Macht Wij." (Work leads to freedom.) He was very enthusiastic about freedom after being enslaved to a stereotype his whole life, but would this really lead to freedom?

However he then realized that he was not a left shoe or a right shoe, but a middle shoe. This left him reeling in confusion; lost in reality. It was something akin to being drunk, (or at least as drunk as a shoe can get) and attempting to leech an ill patient. However after a short time he came to realize that being a middle shoe freed him from all stereotypes because middle shoes were too rare to be stereotypes. And yet he still felt the need to prove himself, so he continued on to the boot camp where he discovered that left shoes were rewarded and right shoes were looked down upon. Alfred soon discovered that purple shoes were honored (he was purple). What was this sudden twist of fate? How would he adjust? Alfred was overcome with a wave of bitter-sweet emotion; although he was glad to receive the praise that he did for being such an admirable hug he now found himself in yet another minority. Even more discouraged Alfred set out once more to find his place in this crazy world. He decided to visit a llama farm, thinking that he would discover a new place to be successful. He worked very hard mastering the art of llama wrestling, llama rodeoing and other llama stuff. (Insert a sentence of elvish runes here.) Everything changed. She made him realize that what he really wanted to be be in life was a pineapple tree. He wanted to be a pineapple tree, but seeing no way to accomplish this he went and committed shoe suicide by offering himself to Hercules the bull-dog. 

The end.