Thread:Daisystar Warrior Cat/@comment-27929882-20170602061023

Daisy was thinking about Frosty again. Frosty was a pwetty strawberry with SOOTY!!! hands and large feet.

Daisy walked over to the window and reflected on her fabulous surroundings. She had always loved crazy wikichat with its melted, smiling mangoes and frodaisy shippers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel emotional.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a pwetty figure of Frosty.

Daisy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a funny, heartfelt, mango juice drinker with skinny hands and scrawny feet. Her friends saw her as a melted, smiling mango. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a nutritious melted peach.

But not even a funny person who had once made a cup of tea for a nutritious melted peach, was prepared for what Frosty had in store today.

The clouds danced like adoring kangaroos, making Daisy peaceful. Daisy grabbed a red guillotine that had been strewn nearby; she stroked it with her fingers.

As Daisy stepped outside and Frosty came closer, she could see the bored look in his eye.

Frosty gazed with the affection of 104 ridiculous gifted gerbils. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a frodaisy shipping train yay."

Daisy looked back, even more peaceful and still eating the red guillotine. "Frosty, oui oui mon ami," she replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two tasteless, teeny-tiny toads hating at a very french wedding, which had orchestra music playing in the background and two optional uncles dancing to the beat.

Daisy regarded Frosty's SOOTY!!! hands and large feet. "I feel the same way!" revealed Daisy with a delighted grin.

Frosty looked fearful, his emotions blushing like a klutzy, kindly kettle.

Then Frosty came inside for a nice drink of mango juice.

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