Dust me please?

Once there was a little speck of dust living in a flea who lived in an old monkey in the Pasire Forest in Hamlyn, Weirndosia. The speck's name was Dusty and he lived on the flea with his mother and father. They were a happy little family and they had no worries.

Mother Dust cleaned their little home and Father Dust went hunting on the flea for some flea hair. The Dust family loved to eat flea hair. It was crunchy and sometimes sweet and sometimes savoury.

One day, Mother and Father Dust were having a nap. Dusty was bored. He wanted to play. Nap time was so boring! So he crept out of the house and went for a walk. He nibbled on some flea hair and ran and played. His parent still slept on.

He ran around, indulging in the bliss. He hopped around and shouted and laughed and giggled. The he came to the flea's head. Not knowing, he hopped onto the head and yelled, "I'm the king of the flea! Woohooo!!!" The flea woke up and he was very angry.

He shook his head hard. Little Dusty fell off. He screamed in fright. The evil, merciless flea opened his big mouth and CHOMP! Little Dusty now lived in the flea's stomach.

Tha End... Rating: zero *