For Indigo, who is dying to get rid of her writer's cramp...I dedicate The Three Word Story 2011... :)

Rules (yes we must have some, or we'd have none to break): You may only post 3 words at a time to continue the story, and the next person to post cannot be yourself...however you can be directly after the next person!.... Here goes, in honour of Ms Indigo Broome...

Louder and louder...

the Kilted Songbird

pounded the door.

Amazingly enough it

played an oboe

but somewhat poorly

which left terrible

screechy sounds that

made the birds

forget how to

land properly! So,

all the birds

ended up with

little ear muffs

and a bicycle

powered by dainty

swedish weight lifters.

who never tyred

or complained about

reading bicycle puns

although it irritated

the birds who

"spoke'so highly

that even God

in HIS infinite

wisdom could not

order a pint

Of the famous

glog imported from

the distant shores

of Snowhell, which

was famous for

amazing feats of

brewing endeavors. They

made the most

significant discovery since...

the invention of

birdie hoooch which

they all loved

and overindulged

so they had

to get birdie

tylenols for hangovers

(no harm, no foul or fowl as it were... Shaman's been in hospital a WEEK... so she was making up for lost time... )

..washed down with

Indigo's still whiskey

which was quite

palatable when mixed

with Nitroglycerin from

the caves of

Mordor, the dark

country. Now,the

problem was that

New Zealand's sheep

New Zealand's sheep

(sorry...I have a trigger happy finger on the keyboard today...)

had a really

nifty way of

Of transporting the

dregs of whiskey

which settled apon

their backs in

a tardus destined

for a certain

battle resulting in

imbibing drunken sheep

who stagger like

Noggians do when

drinking Indigo's whisky

. The proper things

were made of

an assortment of

nuclear heat seeking

mutant Irish snakes

which smelled like

the back end

of soiled litterboxes

and looked even

worse when viewed

bleary eyes. Now,

it's bad manners

to poke fun

at constant liars

or cycling birds

-it only causes

super massive blackholes

that drink up

space and time

and that leads

to dreadful anomalies!

instigated by animals

however, UFO'S landed

at Tir and

abducted the Innkeeper

who collected shotguns

which was rather

strange because the

Innkeeper would rather

be out sailing

-that is certain.

The Innkeepeer sails

on seven seas

or maybe just

sets out on

a raft, made

of the finest

balloons inflated with

special Irish helium

which the Innkeeper

laboured to produce

by distilling turnips

an odiferous process,

but highly effective

in obtaining the

basic raw juices

once done he

knew the concoction

would be the

catalyst for departure

of Swedish weightlifters

who went to

distilling school. They

were often miss-understood

because they spoke

with strong accents

when acting out

their fantasies of

dancing kittens wearing

scottish kilt regalia

while smoking pipes

which often resulted

in scottish dances

with pipes and

balls of yarn

so distracting--that

the kittens got

all tangled up

epilectic Pygmy's on

Irish Helium are

often confused by

kilted tangled kittens

meowing pathetically. This

vexed the local

visiting Vikings, who

stomped around doing

a viking rescue

which caused much

stumbling and falling

tripping over imaginary

yarn and whiskey

bicycles left by

some careless aliens

who came hunting

wascally wabbitts with

their alien phasers

loaded with carrot's

the unlucky aliens

didn't know, that

nearby peace talks

involving mysterious items

to save bunnies

from injury by

teaching them some

ninja techniques, then

wrapping them in

light camouflage jackets.

Off they went

seeking adventures in

the land of

Alice in Wonderland

which was full

of mushrooms and

cups of tea

which were poured

very carefully by

the local certified

Mad Hatter pourer

who tripped, and

often ended up

flat on their

faces in teacups

shattering noisily. But,

picking themselves up

they marched to

to the sound

of Scottish bagpipes

held by strange

two headed creatures

called Zaphodites. They

hail from the

much feared land

Of Beblebrox, which

was reputed to

have swallowed Accasbel

which was false

and thus proved

that even they

had standards that

were unique and

valued in these

trying times. SO,

unbeknownst to them

,the sneaky little

kilted drunken kitties

were planning to

make a desperate

plea for help

. And they really

pleaded vigorously until

giving up hope

when they saw

a saviour coming

that looked like

it could help.

The crazy weather

played havoc with

the rescuer's mission

because the lightning

was pure evil

then it cleared

, only to see

a glorious display

of shimmering, glowing

armour clad rescuers

sailing along on

large majestic looking

rafts, made of

Egyptian papyrus, which

started to sink

. Plan B was

to get some

sort of contraption,

able to withstand

intense extremes of

unravellening papyrus, then

ratteling to a

halt, they fixed

the silly, stupid

unravellling papyrus boat

with gum and

some duct tape

which was SO

handy that it

completly solved the

(OK, so .... I HAD to get this going again.... took my a month of Sundays to FIND the everloving thread in amongst all the Other threads---which were SO interesting.. that I kept getting distracted!!! SOMEBODY, SOMEWHERE...please add three words!!!

riddle of the

benevolant Innkeeper's strange

obsession with orange

socks. This led

to the question

just why he

(OK folks just had to put a word in here--no pun intended.... the story is stalled... but here is the last--what I consider to be sentence... and SOMEONE PLEASE put three words IN! *grins*)

THIS led to the question just why he:

kept several silk

sasquatches near him

,because they notoriously

disappeared when left

but should'nt have

being pub addicts

, who only drank

pine instilled guiness

unless and until

hallucinations ensued. THEN

hope almost gone

they staggered out

totally confused and

looking for harp

or carp even

armed with carp

until the stench

attracted cats galore

who's yowling encouraged

the Kilted Songbird.

She then raised

her pretty crest

and screeched away

causing an emotional

turmoil amongst the

orange sock knitters.

She calmed when

the songbird suddenly

started singing U2's

unique version of

It Aint Pretty

. However,she mixed

some Indigo's Folly

with a bit

of cherry koolaid

that stained the

the nearby wooden

benches. She then

carefully poured the

lovely brew into

pint bottles, which

needed labels. Where

would she find

something to make

such an eye-catching

lables? She looked

in the old

kitchen cupboard for

her grandmothers scissors

,a jar of

homemade glue, some

clippings of fancy

drinking while working

to produce some

exqusite labels. She

thought carefully before

applying glue or

sticky jello mix

and decided to

use the old

Elmers paste glue

and spit. But,

surprisingly enough , it

took longer than

molasses in january

,which defeated the

glue's stickyness. Another

tried and trusted

method was tried

. She went into

her craft room

,found several odd

strange unlabeled bottles

, which were full

and stoppered with

dusty old corks

. She decided to

try each one

and carefully pried

off musty corks

and choked at

the wretched smells

that were released

from the bottles

. But she decided

to finally approach

the problem by

phoning her friend

a renowned magician

with spells of

many amazing varieties

. As luck would

have it though,

he was away

,her next avenue

to explore was

her potions volumes

.Vast amounts of

spells and cures

using wild and

strange ingredients

sourced from local

zookeepers, who had

beasts from the

magical lands of

Hon-a-lee. It was

home to a dragon

, who loathed silver

and wasn't very

sociable either, which

was dangerous when

approached by acolytes

looking for fire

,making lots of

fireballs and hisses

,disturbing the mighty

Merlin the Magician

, who did not

tolerate such racket

. He promptly pulled

his magic wand

out, and uttered

his incantations irritably

and mispronounced a

a vital word

which caused a

horrific spell backlash

including lots of

unforeseen consequences. The

backlash turned him

upsidedown and a

great distance from

his project! He

spoke another spell

which resulted in

his returning to

the dusty,dark,

basement . He shook

his magic wand

once again and

Lo and behold !

a pink dragon

landed nearly on

top of him

. He sputtered, and

baby dragons fell

out of his

trees and landed

square on the

annoyed wizard's head

. He reached up

adjusted his hat

and sneezed. Then

,to his dismay ,

his wand waved

and the dragons

kept on appearing

and drooling on

his immaculate slippers

. He exclaimed: Oh

ye wee beasties!

And proceded to

catch them by

their very shapely

but short tails

, before throwing them

back into the

homemade makeshift pen

built of magical

candy cane . Next

thing you know

the beasties start

eating candy canes!

And once again

Merlin's wand waved

sparks flew and

lo and behold

-dragons turned into

giants with halos

and pink wings

with pink feathers

wearing pink tutus.

He swiftly walked

over and closed

the door, which

swung open again

as dragon snouts

with large flames

followed Merlin in

, curled up near

fireplace and bed

.Merlins grumpy wife

Nagatha, declared loudly:

Merlin! I swear

, I can't tolerate

this rabble! It

is dragons everywhere

and they are

burning all my

draperies, and the

nice new comforter

that my auntie

had worked so

diligently worked on.

diligently . You have