The Pineapple Chronicles

Contributors (other than me) to this story are:

S. R. Mercer

Chapter 5 - Being Free, Melon, Saving of that same Melon, and Waking

Characters:

Fierdd Pineapple

Tirris Melon

Pineapple danced down the street, cheering at nearby strangers: "I'm free! I'm free!" He didn't care what would happen to Miss Ritchett, or about anything else - just being a politician for even a short time had bored him to death, and now he didn't have to deal with anything anymore! So he thought...

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In a nearby village, Tirris Melon anxiously awaited his death. He was strapped above a cauldron of wool, which would be lit any second by the angry Ednasmithians. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this. Well, he had murdered nine of them and stolen their clothes and money, but who can honestly say they've never done that?

At that moment, a cheerful Pineapple ran cheerfully through the village, knocking over the pole to which Melon was strapped. The villagers realised at once what had happened, and Melon joined Pineapple in running.

"Who are you?"

"I know who I'm not - the Deputy Prime Minister! I gave it up! Hah! Take that!"

"Er... well, thanks for saving me."

"Thanks accepted! You shall receive a reply in six to eight weeks! Diddle-diddle-diddle-dum!"

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Pineapple woke up in the middle of a forest. His legs were sore and he groaned - how long had he been running? He began to brush his teeth with the toothbrush in his pocket - and noticed a considerable absence of moustache. He looked down - and the ground was slightly too close...