Dear readers, today is your lucky day because its story day I have 2 for you.

The one about the frog, the pig, and the Chinese looking beaver.

There was a frog and a pig. They lived happily ever after to almost everyone.
Everyone, except the pig.

Pig was unhappy about her everything.
Her sex life was bad, and frog was never really around. In fact he took everything about her for granted.

Pig then sought the Chinese looking beaver. Chinese looking beaver apparently had some kind of crush on pig. Ions ago. Pig had confided in Chinese looking beaver that frog treats her like shit.

And so the exciting part came when Chinese looking beaver had gone to look for frog. Pulled a kill bill by yanking out his mighty 44 caliber magnum revolver shooting frog numerous times in various parts of his body and sold his legs to the nearest Chinese restaurant to make frog leg porridge.

He and the pig then lived happily ever after. With kinda fucked up looking kids. I mean ... A Chinese looking beaver and a pig?

The End

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Turn left/ Turn right?

He was wasn't nervous. Every stride he took seemed like eternity before reaching his intended destination. He had thanked the Germans for the great wine and smiles during his flight. While the other passengers took the travelator for convenience and efficiency's sake, he had decided upon conventional walking. There was no need for haste as he had not decided what he would say to her when they would finally meet.

His phone beeped.
"I've spent 1.5 hours in the car. I'm feeling abit car sick from the journey and it seems like forever to get there. I might be late. Call me when you've arrived"

Within a matter of minutes it had beeped again.
"I'm here. Remember to turn LEFT when you come out. I'll be waiting"

He smiled to himself and began to fabricate a devious plan. He'd turn RIGHT instead. Find his way around and take her by surprise by giving her the biggest hug she had in weeks. That was the plan. That was what he would do.

He was proud of himself. After the long checks at the immigration and getting into the wrong queue at the baggage check he was finally at the crossroad of the turns.

Turn left or turn right?

This foot stepped forward and very naturally he had chosen to turn left.

Simply because, it was the quickest way to her.

She was smiling, her head cocked to one side as he maneuvered past the crowd waiting for their loved ones. Her twinkling eyes lighted up the whole room and his heart.

His first instinct was to grab her and hug her, stole a kiss and the rest is history.