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Molly the Giraffe

Molly the giraffe had a very strange habit. She had the habit of licking some pretty weird things. If she was standing under a tree eating the delicious leaves, or stretching her neck down, down, down to the water hole to get a nice cool drink, she just had to lick things first. Even when she was twisting her neck around another giraffe’s neck Molly would usually lick the other giraffe!
One day, when Molly and her family were a the water hole, a huge truck drove up to them. All of Molly’s family ran away, but Molly felt a wild urge to go and lick the truck – and that’s when she saw the leaves. There were some nice, juicy-looking leaves sitting in the back of the truck.
Now, this was a truck that had come to collect animals for a zoo, but, of course, Molly didn’t know that. She walked straight into the truck, which made the men who were supposed to be catching the animals delighted, because now all they needed to do was shut Molly in!

Molly went to a lovely zoo, and eventually even had some giraffe babies, who all had that same peculiar “lick-everything” habit. She lived to a ripe old age, until that fateful day. . . Molly was wandering around her zoo enclosure when she found something new that she hadn’t seen before. She reached out her tongue to lick it, but, unfortunately, it was a power line. Why a zoo would have a power line where giraffe could lick it, I don’t know, but they have since had it removed.

P.S.: This is not a true story, just so ya know .

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I need to write hhhh let's hope this helps.

xxxI'd always loved the ocean. The water like a mirror, silent and still, until you threw something at it. Then a rude splash interrupted the silence, and often the far-away boats seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if they were wondering what had happened. The water was so inviting, and I sometimes wondered what it'd feel like to touch. Would it be as cold as ice, or as hot as rain? Slimy and sticky, or as soft and fluffy as the air around me? I'd even go down to the wharf, sit a meter above it and stare down at it for a few days. Eventually, my father would notice what I was doing and drag me back inside.
xxxWe had a lot of visitors coming in from the sea. Every century or so someone would float in, their boat cruising across the water without disturbing the surface. They always seemed so happy to see us, chatting away about "please get me out of this horrific colourless hell," and "oh god, I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten in days," and all sorts of other fascinating things. I used to ask them questions. What was colourless, and hell, and hungry? But my father would tell me to be quiet, and send me away.
xxxAfter a while, they'd get tired and fall asleep. Even if they fell asleep in the very early morning, they wouldn't wake up for what seemed to me like a very long time. Maybe that's just how things worked where they came from. And then they'd leave while I was busy with something else, my father telling me that they had to go but they said we could keep the boat. I asked questions, of course. How did they get home without the boat? Did they leave me any presents? But my father never answered.
xxxThere was a person, once, who I saw leave. I remember it because they'd never fallen asleep, and they were so quiet. These people are never quiet. They hadn't learnt how to stop their noises. I thought they were rude and immature, but my father said it was okay. Where those people came from, noise wasn't considered impolite. Not at all. Can you imagine? I think I'd like that. I probably shouldn't say this, but... I like sound. Voices, and footsteps, and breathing... it's so much nicer than the quiet. And when people came, there would be sound everywhere and my father never bothered telling them to stop.
xxxSo, the noise had ended. I went outside to the wharf, wanting to see if I could spot their boat floating away. But there they were, crouching on the wharf, untying their boat and being wonderfully silent. I felt so pleased that they were being considerate, and respecting a different culture. My father says respect is so important. When they saw me, they gasped, and twisted up their face in a weird way. I copied them, hoping it was considered the right thing to do, and I guess it was. Because they invited me onto their boat.
xxx"Come with me. Get away from that psycho, you don't deserve to stay trapped here. Please, kid, let me help you." I didn't really understand the words, but they were gesturing for me to get in the boat. I didn't get in, of course. Those people may be brave enough to sit just above the water, but I'm smart enough to stay away and not get myself killed by the ocean. I think they kept talking then, louder and louder, and I decided that I didn't want to embarrass them by being around while they were being so impolite, making so much noise. So I left. By the time I got inside and looked out the window, they were gone, and my father was standing on the wharf where they'd just been. They left us their boat.

I guess that's a thing. I wanted to do something that was not-quite-right-and-a-little-bit-creepy. I never write scary or weird kinda stuff so sorry that this is so off, it's not something I'm good at. Also, I'm too lazy to edit even the smallest amount. But I wrote something, and that's what's important!

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[.Kira Nightblade.]

I'll join the next one ^.^ (I attempted to draw one for this, but writers block >.< XD)