okay so this story was my answer for another question but i thought everyone should have a chance to read it.

Ladybug was enjoying her day by taking a brisk stroll through the village of BUG. Sun shone, wind blew, and the tiny tinkling of the bells above the local pub was music to her ears. Inside were the fruits of any respectable bugs’ life. Just After the Rain Vodka (cool and crisp!), Scatter it’s a Robin Yager Bombs, and of course Centipede Whiskey. So what did it matter that the fruits were conviently mixed and served with tiny umbrellas. Who wanted to split fine antennea hairs at a time like this? Ladybug shrugged her shoulders (do they even have shoulders?) and decided it was never too late to grab life by the thorax!

Plopping her cute little butt on the nearest barstool and propping her one wooden leg against the bar she waited patiently (well as patiently as Ladybugs can wait) for the barkeep. One old, wrinkled, scowling praying mantis. How he got to be trust
How he got to be trusted by these patrons was beyond Ladybug but the need for alcohol was greater then fear. (Then again what emotion is greater then the Alcohol Command?)

"A double shot Centipede Whiskey in a leaf cup mixed with Milipede Meade with a chaser of Butterfly Yager Bombs!" demanded Ladybug.

Praying Mantis peared slowly down his long bent nose at her. "Are you sure miss? Only the strong survive a drink like this."

Ladybug rolled her eyes (or several in this case) "I didn’t ask what the strong can survive. Plus that’s only true in fairy tales! Any bug can survive any drink, it’s all a matter of….of….well……Just Give Me the Damn Drinks!" Her peg legged tapped angrily against the side of the bar upsetting the tempo of the 4 string Grasshopper quartet playing in the corner (someone please explain how a string quartet got scheduled to play in a bar?)

Praying Mantis simply shrugged and smirked slightly. It would be interesting to see this young Bug fall and make
It would be interesting to see this young Bug fall and make a complete Flea out of herself. He placed the drinks in front of her and stepped back never taking his eyes off of poor Ladybug less he miss anything. "Just remember Miss, and I can’t stress this hard enough, There are ALWAYS consequences."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure." Ladybug was already antennea deep in her whiskey shots to pay that much attention to what he was saying. Didn’t Mantis’ lie anyway? Yeah that was it! How could he possibly by psychic or anything….could he? Ladybug dismissed all thoughts and downed her drinks.

3, 4, 5, in a row!! Fast as the Mantis could poor then the quicker Ladybug tossed them back. The room spun! Again and again she threw her head back trying not to loose her lunch at the horrible taste of the shots. Hell would freeze over before she let the Mantis know he was right! Finally it was over. The race would be no more. Mantis was defeated. The whiskey was gone, the glasses were chipped, water
The whiskey was gone, the glasses were chipped, water and whiskey flowed freely down the bar and still Ladybug stood (swayed, wobbled, kneeled, lay) with a proud grin on her face.

"Swee you swooped Manteez, Wadibwugs alsways swin!"

And with that she fell to the floor and began snoring.

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As the writer of this tale I can only say this much:

First I took a deep breath, then realized I am either a genius….or insane.

(so it’s long but worth it i think)
ummm there is no point, just a cute dumb story i made up on the spot. just something for chits and giggles




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