Freaky Fred (Courage the Cowardly Dog Episode)
Mood:  silly
Hello new friend, my name is Fred
the words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said my name is Fred,
and I've been... very naughty.

The story I'm about to tell,
I tell you, I will tell you well,
Is of my dear aunt Muriel,
and just how I've been... naughty.

Voila the farm. My aunt lives here,
with precious pup, and husband dear.
My heart beats fast as I drew near,
I feel so nice... and naughty.



I thought just how excited they,
must be that I would come today,
they'd shout "come Fred! huzzah! hooray!
Dear boy you look so... naughty."

That's when my tired eyes beheld,
a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled,
D-O-G, is what he spelled,
and that's how I spell... naughty.

Alone was I, with tender Courage,
and all his fur, his furry furrage,
which, I say, did encourage,
me, to be... quite naughty.

Courage... your hair...
it reminds me of the first time I knew just how,
I felt, about hair.

It was a day, I'd not forget,
the day that I first met my pet,
oh what a lovely gift to get,
I'd never felt so... naughty.

My fuzzy friend, is what he was,
this darling little ball of fuzz,
And oh, such fuzz, such fuzz, it does,
demand, that I... be naughty.

He looked at me, his fetching eyes,
and fetching fur did hypnotize,
and filled with joy, and filled with sighs,
and that's when I got... naughty.

Now, now... you shouldn't play in the toilet.



This dripping hair, this droopy curl,
unfold sweet memories of a girl,
whose tresses, oh, they'd twist and twirl,
and tempt me to be... naughty.

Barbara, my love was named,
and her fair hair, a mane untamed,
until one evening, I'm ashamed,
I got a little... naughty.

The look upon my young love's face,
was sweet as lace,
but in this case,
I realized she... needed space.

I never more was naughty...
well... maybe not never.

Dear cur, your fur and fleece remind,
of nothing found in human kind,
but for one fellow who did find,
me, to be... in a certain mood.

Into my shop, he walked one day,
with bush above, and beard bouquet,
that's no toupee I pray, no way,
I could help but be... you know.

I'd never seen such hair before,
his bangs they sang, his neck it beckoned,
eyebrows, armpits, all were reckoned,
soon I figured what the heck and,
guess how I was... naughty.

Sweet pooch, afraid I'll shave your tail?
Why now, that would be weird!

So ends our little story.

But then my landlords did resume,
to free me from that porcelain tomb,
and ferry to a private room,
your hero, ever doughty.

Good-bye dear aunt, I'll miss your farm,
and Eustace's ebullient charm,
and farewell Courage, what's the harm,
if I was slightly... naughty.

With love,
Fred

Sentence no.3
Mood:  silly
It's writing on itself! No! I'm not touching? not an H, a G. It's nice, because then it won't clash that much, no, hold that though. Sign it. It looks nice in its beginning. Oh. My. Oxygen. It frightened me because they all have to do with the funny because half an hour later it is ingested. Everything hurts. Looking through a glass onion. Doot Doot. I feel it in my toes. She really feels the love growing with the guitar. I love that finger, actually. It's so Portuguese and what? And what? And what? And because of that lady, how it's cute that he doesn't have another God. Mm-hmm. Colin Firth is really? okay. What a veggie site in my toes. Fran's going to start the next cool thing. I could see you starting to stop talking to you.

... that's it. loverly. tell me why i don't like mondays, or tuesdays, or wednesdays, or thursdays, or fridays... sundays aren't that great either.

Sentence no.2
Mood:  silly
mustard! mustard!
mustard of puppets, i'm pulling your strings...
maybe he doesn't hate musicals.

- yes.

Sentence no. 1
Mood:  silly
A thing, slapping my examiner, kicked him in the nuts. That's really messed up. Put it down his pants. You will have man boobs. That's what teeth are for, sucking in? what, in the Mediterranean? Yeah there aren't anymore. But it is of minimal value to understanding digestion. Food?. mmmmmmmmmm? yum yum! SO I finished the paragraph like?yeah? there's anaphora. From then on, she looked west. And the blue one is really cute, how do they do it? It's fashionable to eat raw stuff?but she didn't know where it was.