Prank War Figurine
They lived in New York, not New York City, nothing that exciting, but in a suburb called Poughkeepsie. It was nicely placed in Upstate New York, within driving distance of the city of course, where every house looked the same and had a different story.
“When are we going to get home?” Sylvin moaned. He had been trapped in a car with his ten flamingo brothers for hours, he could barely take anymore.
“Only a little while longer my dear,” cooed the answer from Sylvin’s mother.
Sometimes Sylvin wondered if it was worth it to go see his grandparents, he had been holding his bladder for the past six hours. Public bathrooms can be a scary place okay.
When the family reached their cozy home in Poughkeepsie, Sylvin darted out of the car like lightning; he didn’t even notice the moving truck next door.
“I wonder whose moving in?” Domonic yelled as he ran up the stairs, “I hope they have a daughter!” Domonic was the eldest flamingo brother and never knew when to stop talking.
The rest of the day was spent peeping through the blinds to see the new neighbors.
It turns out that a family of Gnomes moved in. Who said nothing cool could happen in a suburb? Domonic, of course, went right over and introduced himself; while, Sylvin was right on his heals. Sylvin thought nothing could be better than hanging out with his older brother.
“So why are Gnomes in New York? I thought you guys were supposed to stay in Switzerland or something?” Domonic asked the new family.
“Well, why are you here and not in Florida?” was the cold response from the eldest gnome sister.
Domonic had obviously asked the wrong question. Domonic chewed on a chip and then replied, “because I don’t like SEE food.” He then proceeded to open his mouth as wide as possible to show his mouth full of squished chips. The two families were off to a great start. In fact, this first meeting inspired a new era of practical jokes.
“Alright, if we are going to have a P.W, also known as a prank war, we have to lay some ground rules. Number one, no one gets physically hurt. Number two, no one can belittle someone else with words. Number three, refer back to numbers one and two. Is that good enough for everyone?” Domonic was starring down both families, the Flamingos and the gnomes.
“Fine, but how are we going to keep track of who wins or whose ahead?” questioned the eldest Gnome sister.
Sylvin slowly raised his hand, “I have an idea, why don’t we take pictures of ourselves and whoever wins gets to put their picture in the losers’ yard!”
Everyone looked at each other and rolled their eyes, but they gave it to him, pictures in the yard it was. However, soon they learned that pictures did not last in rain or snow, so they used figurines. One of the Gnome sisters was an amazing craftswoman and made the figurines for both sides.
Pretty soon the amount of figurines was overtaking both yards; the grass could no longer be seen!
“This is ridiculous, we have to expand our yards, or we have to end the P.W. Which will it be?” a Gnome sister finally demanded.
“I can ask the neighbors if we use some of their yard, we can spread them throughout the suburb, I mean if the houses start to look different we will loose our suburbia.” Sylvin slowly stated.
“Good idea, the prank war is continued for another day!” Domonic said with a little too much excitement.
The prank war was in fact continued for another day, it was continued for years, decades at that. The figurines slowly moved out of New York and spread throughout the United States. Rabbits in South Dakota would wake up in the morning to find a flamingo or a gnome in their yard. One day, a newspaper article was written about the cause of so many figurines. The Flamingo brothers and the Gnome sisters were made famous for their prank war and the way they kept the score. To this day, people wonder what prank was pulled to land a gnome or flamingo in their yard.
Moral: If you are in a prank war, don’t use figurines to keep track of points— it causes mass suburbia.
They lived in New York, not New York City, nothing that exciting, but in a suburb called Poughkeepsie. It was nicely placed in Upstate New York, within driving distance of the city of course, where every house looked the same and had a different story.
“When are we going to get home?” Sylvin moaned. He had been trapped in a car with his ten flamingo brothers for hours, he could barely take anymore.
“Only a little while longer my dear,” cooed the answer from Sylvin’s mother.
Sometimes Sylvin wondered if it was worth it to go see his grandparents, he had been holding his bladder for the past six hours. Public bathrooms can be a scary place okay.
When the family reached their cozy home in Poughkeepsie, Sylvin darted out of the car like lightning; he didn’t even notice the moving truck next door.
“I wonder whose moving in?” Domonic yelled as he ran up the stairs, “I hope they have a daughter!” Domonic was the eldest flamingo brother and never knew when to stop talking.
The rest of the day was spent peeping through the blinds to see the new neighbors.
It turns out that a family of Gnomes moved in. Who said nothing cool could happen in a suburb? Domonic, of course, went right over and introduced himself; while, Sylvin was right on his heals. Sylvin thought nothing could be better than hanging out with his older brother.
“So why are Gnomes in New York? I thought you guys were supposed to stay in Switzerland or something?” Domonic asked the new family.
“Well, why are you here and not in Florida?” was the cold response from the eldest gnome sister.
Domonic had obviously asked the wrong question. Domonic chewed on a chip and then replied, “because I don’t like SEE food.” He then proceeded to open his mouth as wide as possible to show his mouth full of squished chips. The two families were off to a great start. In fact, this first meeting inspired a new era of practical jokes.
“Alright, if we are going to have a P.W, also known as a prank war, we have to lay some ground rules. Number one, no one gets physically hurt. Number two, no one can belittle someone else with words. Number three, refer back to numbers one and two. Is that good enough for everyone?” Domonic was starring down both families, the Flamingos and the gnomes.
“Fine, but how are we going to keep track of who wins or whose ahead?” questioned the eldest Gnome sister.
Sylvin slowly raised his hand, “I have an idea, why don’t we take pictures of ourselves and whoever wins gets to put their picture in the losers’ yard!”
Everyone looked at each other and rolled their eyes, but they gave it to him, pictures in the yard it was. However, soon they learned that pictures did not last in rain or snow, so they used figurines. One of the Gnome sisters was an amazing craftswoman and made the figurines for both sides.
Pretty soon the amount of figurines was overtaking both yards; the grass could no longer be seen!
“This is ridiculous, we have to expand our yards, or we have to end the P.W. Which will it be?” a Gnome sister finally demanded.
“I can ask the neighbors if we use some of their yard, we can spread them throughout the suburb, I mean if the houses start to look different we will loose our suburbia.” Sylvin slowly stated.
“Good idea, the prank war is continued for another day!” Domonic said with a little too much excitement.
The prank war was in fact continued for another day, it was continued for years, decades at that. The figurines slowly moved out of New York and spread throughout the United States. Rabbits in South Dakota would wake up in the morning to find a flamingo or a gnome in their yard. One day, a newspaper article was written about the cause of so many figurines. The Flamingo brothers and the Gnome sisters were made famous for their prank war and the way they kept the score. To this day, people wonder what prank was pulled to land a gnome or flamingo in their yard.
Moral: If you are in a prank war, don’t use figurines to keep track of points— it causes mass suburbia.
1 comment:
We had quite a few gnomes and flamingos in White House. I had no Idea; Cute story.
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