Seems no rhyme nor reason to who is in bottom two anymore on X-Factor, more of a popularity contest with people voting longer, and who has the biggest social media following.... :rolleyes:
So I am going out on a limb, and putting the two boybands in sing-off with a split vote and they would get rid of District 3
"Okay I will land on the flat grass where they were standing," said Boo.
"How do you know we will soon see them again?" asked Arthur.
"They are intensely curious beings and will be unable to help themselves coming out to inspect us," said Withers.
"Not so good if an intruder lands," said Boo.
"We aren't intruders, I know the leader of the forest trolls, we go way back and are old friends," said Withers cackling.
"You go way back and he likes you?" said Barnaby, "I question his judgement already..."
"Why you..." Withers laughed.
Boo cut him off as he said, "hold tight."
And they glided into land.
"Excellent landing Boo, but it's almost dark now...(...to be continued)
:D
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...," said Arthur.
"It's okay look." said Withers.
Small lights were appearing up out of the grass....
"Landing lights," said Boo smiling as he walked to a standstill.
"Magic," said Withers, "thanks for the lights Trombo."
"Who," said Boo.
...but a small troll wandered out from the overgrown grass.
"You are welcome Withers," said Trombo, "and so are your friends."
"He's no bigger me," whispered Barnaby to Arthur giggling.
"Do be quiet Barnaby"..."Hello thank you Trombo I am Arthur..." the mole smiled at the small troll.
Arthur looked at his host - Trombo had thick bushy brown hair, and a big bulbouse nose, and hairy eyebrows, he was wearing a green loin cloth, and he was barefooted because Arthur could see his hairy feet, but he was smiling a broad toothy welcoming smile.
"Most welcome Arthur," the tree troll eyed him equally quizically, "come this way for some sustenance...(...to be continued)
Small lights were appearing up out of the grass....
"Landing lights," said Boo smiling as he walked to a standstill.
"Magic," said Withers, "thanks for the lights Trombo."
"Who," said Boo.
...but a small troll wandered out from the overgrown grass.
"You are welcome Withers," said Trombo, "and so are your friends."
"He's no bigger me," whispered Barnaby to Arthur giggling.
"Do be quiet Barnaby"..."Hello thank you Trombo I am Arthur..." the mole smiled at the small troll.
Arthur looked at his host - Trombo had thick bushy brown hair, and a big bulbouse nose, and hairy eyebrows, he was wearing a green loin cloth, and he was barefooted because Arthur could see his hairy feet, but he was smiling a broad toothy welcoming smile.
"Most welcome Arthur," the tree troll eyed him equally quizically, "come this way for some sustenance...(...to be continued)
:D
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...my friends, what a fine steed."
Boo bristled with pride, "why thank you Trombo, I am Boo."
"Boo, of course Buraq I see," said Trombo, "Withers you keep good company."
"Hahaha, thank you Trombo where are the other treetrolls?" asked Withers
"Deep in the forest, as night falls is where they love to be..." said Trombo.
"I wouldn't like to be wandering through the forest in the dark on my own..." whispered Barnaby.
"Don't worry Barnaby, they wouldn't worry we are a friendly race Badger," said Trombo
Barnaby steeped back as the troll spoke directly to him.
"Yessss, of course not," he squeaked...(...to be continued)
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By the way, Tinman thought last nights Anything Goes performance was "dreary, not nearly as good as Italian arias or Gilbert and Sullivan".
Been a bad day....... missed the grey dungarees for the Baby Elephant, and burned the apple strudel
There, there
It is I...!
[highlight]NO-ONE COULD'VE PREDICTED IT...[/highlight] :eek:
...or could they...:cool:
Blimey I'm good!!!
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...," said Arthur.
"It's okay look." said Withers.
Small lights were appearing up out of the grass....
"Landing lights," said Boo smiling as he walked to a standstill.
"Magic," said Withers, "thanks for the lights Trombo."
"Who," said Boo.
...but a small troll wandered out from the overgrown grass.
"You are welcome Withers," said Trombo, "and so are your friends."
"He's no bigger me," whispered Barnaby to Arthur giggling.
"Do be quiet Barnaby"..."Hello thank you Trombo I am Arthur..." the mole smiled at the small troll.
Arthur looked at his host - Trombo had thick bushy brown hair, and a big bulbouse nose, and hairy eyebrows, he was wearing a green loin cloth, and he was barefooted because Arthur could see his hairy feet, but he was smiling a broad toothy welcoming smile.
"Most welcome Arthur," the tree troll eyed him equally quizically, "come this way for some sustenance...(...to be continued)
What about my X-Factor prediction, I'm like Mystic Meg
Ok, you re good..... Very good indeed
Ai thank oo
Myyyyyyyy kind of music
Brillllllliant track :cool:
Luv ya,
xxxx
Luv ya back xx :sleep:
Glad you're happy LLM
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...my friends, what a fine steed."
Boo bristled with pride, "why thank you Trombo, I am Boo."
"Boo, of course Buraq I see," said Trombo, "Withers you keep good company."
"Hahaha, thank you Trombo where are the other treetrolls?" asked Withers
"Deep in the forest, as night falls is where they love to be..." said Trombo.
"I wouldn't like to be wandering through the forest in the dark on my own..." whispered Barnaby.
"Don't worry Barnaby, they wouldn't worry we are a friendly race Badger," said Trombo
Barnaby steeped back as the troll spoke directly to him.
"Yessss, of course not," he squeaked...(...to be continued)
keep nodding orf.....night night all xxx
Night Night All
Seeya tamora
xoxox
For What, and how could anything he took make a horse go faster?
:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek: