Forced Creativity

So here is a fun story.  I mean, all through college they made us analyze the literary works of Joyce, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, So here we are:  Teddy's vocabulary word bank.

There was a huge prize at the stage.  It is a big flute. I want it, and tried to trade it for a slide, but the man said, "No!"  He gave me an ice cube and said "Take THAT!" as a gift. Finally, I went home.

Where shall we start?  A flute for a slide?  Unbelievable?! Who thought that was going to go down okay? Let's get serious.

Okay, there was a huge prize at the stage.  Now, normally in my day-to-day, I wake up, grab some coffee,  maybe have some cereal, and basically..... get on stage.  With a huge prize.  Of course.  Now obviously the prize would be a big flute because who doesn't love a good rendition of Hot Cross Buns? Anytime, Anyplace.

So then Ted is like, I want it (duh) and I tried to trade it for a slide.  Cause walking around with this freaking SLIDE all up in my business (back pocket) is kind of intense.  If I could just get rid of it...somehow...maybe trade it for something.....

But then there is a Hater saying NO with an ice cube! Of course,  Because if you are going to reject me, definitely be icy about it,  I mean, own it.  And CUBE is one of the vocab words so yes! 

But the best is that at the end of the story (no vocab words used) Ted just starts rambling and is like take that as a gift and I finally went home.  

Cause pretty much at the end of everyone's vocab story?  Peeps always go home. Or to the store.