Once in a blue moon, you just need to have some fun. Now fun is not really fun if you are all alone. It's always best to call on friends to get into mischief with.

My first DM (Discord message) was to @thehive asking him if he wanted to do the WE-Write! Partner Up! for the @Freewritehouse. It's a fun exercise in writing a story with friends.

TheHive and I each started out filling the story in. While writing away @Enginewity came along and just could not help himself. He begged and begged to join in the fun.

Here I will say that @Jackmiller was too chicken to play along, just so we are clear on what was really going on.

Once Enginewitty joined in the fun, the story took an interesting turn. If you can figure out who wrote which lines @thehive will pay 3 SBI (@steembasicincome) 2 to the highest guesser and 1 to a runner up.

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I hope you enjoy the story that was so much fun to write!!

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Once upon a riverside, the greenest of meadows grew the greenest grass and the yellowest buttercup you ever did hear about.

It made your eyes weep to see such a sight when the moon was full of glow.

On these nights, pixies could be seen harvesting the magic from midnight pollen.

The pollen was used to grow the Woolly and Wild leprechauns that ran through the forest free and clear.

These slight chaps were not easy to see, Woolly was as quick as Wild was and Wild as Woolly as a Precambrian mammoth.

Wild and Wooly became fast friends in the forest of dark and light, never would you see one without the other to watch his back.

Incomplete without each other, they were like two feet, more often two bloody left feet.

Tis sad but true, the pair could not walk far without falling down, to the sadness of all the pixies.

Now I am not one for the gossip and stuff, but on this particular day by the riverside, an elephant showed up.

This wasn’t an ordinary elephant by no means, it was one with magic powers to set the stream green.

Between the elephant wanting to reach the stream, the pixies harvesting the buttercups and both Woolly and Wild wanting to protect their rainbow moonshine, that can only brew with a full moon.

Just saying, if I was a damn turtle, I’d be hiding in my shell until the moon waned completely.

If you weren’t being stomped out by the elephants’ insane magical clodhoppers and enchanted by angry pixies, the Wild and Woolly together had tendencies that made them seem like baby butterflies.

The moonlight had a strange effect on them.

Like pouring salt on a slug, they got real ornery and shrively and just grumped at everything in their path.

Soon the moon was almost gone and the booze was nowhere done.

WTF! Woolly, there’s still some shine left in yer jug, Ye ain’t got long to neck that down before the last rays of the moon be gone for another while yet.

Left foot before left foot they staggered off falling through bushes and into trees. I’ll be having a headache in the morning Wild one.

To which Wild One could only reply - Shut up. (don’t mention elephants to anyone)

THE END

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