Temple and Gardens

This morning, over the people from that magazine Temple and Gardens, came today. To take some pictures of the living room here in the temple and my prize-winning azaleas in the back yard, they wanted. Well-known for my azaleas, I am. Very excited I was. Been looking forward to this for a week, now I have. Worked very hard at keeping the Jedi Temple nice, I have. So very important to me this was. All nightcleaning up the Temple and weeding my garden I watched the Younglings. In my very best robe I dressed. My hair I slicked back (Yes, some hair I have left! Smart-alecs!). Tea and cookies I made for the magazine people. The whole morning, sitting and watching the front door, waiting for the doorbell to ring, I was. Finally, arrived they had. After some tea and cookies, into the living room I led them. "I think like what I have done with this room, you will... Kenobi!" Strung up a wrestling ring in the living room he had. Dressed up in wrestling costumes, he and Harvey were. Using my drapes and curtains as capes they were! Turned over or broken, all of the furniture was. "Kenobi, doing what, are you?!! Here, the people from Temples and Gardens are!" "Oh, was that today? I wouldn'ta done this if I knowed they was comin today." "Kenobi, no good day to do this, there is! And these ketchup stains, on the carpet why are they?" "It was his idea!" Kenobi said. Pointing at Harvey who was hiding behind the turned-over sofa, he was. "He insisted we needed fake blood! I told him we didn't need no such thing..." "Your fault this is, Kenobi! The adult you are supposed to be! Deal with you later I will." Angry I was, but figured I had that still show the magazine people my azaleas, I could. So to the back yard we went. Unfortunately, rolling around in my azalea bed and munching on the floors, Bob the Bantha was. "Bob!" I yelled, "No, Bob! Bad bantha! Bad!" But too late it was. To get him out I tried, but tangled up in a water hose he had gotten. "Well," one of the magazine people said, "your bantha seems to have gotten himself in quite the -" Like in slow-motion it was. To stop the man from finishing his sentence I tried, but be fast enough I could not. "No-o-o-o-o-o!" I yelled, just as out of his mouth, the word came... "p-i-c-k-l-e!" "MUAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!" phlllllllbbbbbbtttttt!!!!! No noxious, the fart from Bob was. Knocked to the ground we were. Coughing and trying to rub the sting out of their eyes, everyone was. "Why did he do that?" "Because the word you said." "What word?" "Pickle!... Oh no." "MUAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!" phlllllllbbbbbbtttttt!!!!! Another humiliation that ever live down I will not, this is. .