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The fact that the Hooffields and McColts live on separate mountains and pelt each other with produce and hay reminded me very heavily of the VeggieTales episode “Are You my Neighbor?”. In “The Tale of Flibber-O-loo”, the towns of Flibber-O-loo and Jibberdy-lot are on separate mountains directly apart from each other. The respective inhabitants of the towns wear shoes and pots on their heads, and neither town can agree on which is better. So they’re constantly throwing shoes and pots at each other.
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“Is that music?”
“I’m busy, busy, dreadfully busy/ Busy, busy, shockingly busy”
“But how can I put this, oh what can I say? Ah, maybe you’ll understand better this way.”
“Young colt, I have noticed your dire situation and please rest assured that I share your frustration.”
“Oh dear.” said the mayor observing the shoe.
“A fellow in need and he’s Flibbian too.”
“I seem to have fallen, I seem to be stuck.
But now that you’re here, well, I guess I’m in luck!”
Oh could it be true, along came the mayor of Flibber-O-Loo. Of anyone surely, he’d help the poor soul.
“Hello.” said the boy with his head in a hole.
“Hello? Hello?”
Things looked pretty grim for our Flibbian buddy, his head in a hole, his shoe bent and muddy. But then, were those hoofbeats?
His friends were far off and his lobster was missing.
The sound he could hear was just the wind, hissing.
“Um, um, I’m a stallion!”
Then he said with a moan, “Well, I guess I’m alone.”
But this was a loneliness he’d never known.
And walked off with his money, every last penny, then yelled back as they left,
“See you around, silly pony.”
And then they attacked him from under their rock. First they knocked off his shoe, then they knocked off his sock! But the next thing they did was extremely unfunny: Why, they shook him so hard that he dropped his milk money!
“Hey!” he protested, “I don’t like your ilk! How will I grow strong enough if I don’t drink my milk?”
But they didn’t care. They’d accomplished their goal. So they put our friend down, stuck his head in a hole,
“I bet he’s got money.”
“I bet he’s got gold or maybe some jewelry he’d like us to hold.”
“Whatever the booty I think I could stand it, that’s what I live for, that’s why I’m a bandit.”
“Oh, look, what good fortune,” the nasty one said,
“Here comes a poor fool with a shoe on his head.”
“But neither the toy nor the colt with the shoe could see the disaster about to ensue. For up in the rocks, hidden just out of sight were six beady eyes filled with anger and spite. Six beady eyes watched our hero meander, two shifty crooks and their ruthless commander.”
“Hey, this is swell!” he said, “Gosh, this is fun!
“It’s great that my lobster can get out and run!”
“To the big rocky valley between the two cities.Away from his friends and their light-hearted ditties.”
“The shoe headed colt and his blue plastic friend,
Walked out of the town and began to descend.”
“I wanna go out there.” So that’s what he did.
“Hey let’s go for a walk! I’m tired of lying around like a squid.”
Until one day he said…
They’d keep to themselves, and they’d talk and they’d talk.
While pots crashed around him from morning till’ night,he just play with his pet wind up lobster.
One little colt, who hated the fight, tried hard not act like a monster.
A few would write poems and sing happy ditties. And greet all their friends with a smile.