ew gross Said the train engineer, looking at the bird as he lifted his Train Engineer Hat and wiped the sweat off his stinky brow. A Child, about the age of five, had asked to come see the engine room and he'd guided the little boy through the crowded
ew gross  Said the train engineer, looking at the bird as he lifted his Train Engineer Hat and wiped the sweat off his stinky brow. A Child, about the age of five, had asked to come see the engine room and he'd guided the little boy through the crowded poetry stories
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This is a bedtime story i wrote for my favorite person

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ew gross Said the train engineer, looking at the bird as he lifted his Train Engineer Hat and wiped the sweat off his stinky brow. A Child, about the age of five, had asked to come see the engine room and he'd guided the little boy through the crowded

carriages. Together they found a dead bird, a common sparrow, who'd somehow found it's way into the train and it had died peacefully. The Child reached it's hand out, his index finger outstretched, towards the little corpse, but the Train Engineer stopped him with a swift movement. it is gross He remarked, with a twinkle in his slimy eyeball. don't touch it, my boy. dead bird boys might contain the harmful bacteria known as Tupinski Bacteria The Boy looked at him with bright, blue, really widened surprised wet LOUD eyeballs. His eyeballs were looking at Train Engineer as if to say, "Would you perhaps care to explain a little more, mister? I am merely a child. I have no understanding of any bacteria whatsoever."

Right away, the Train Engineer understood this look. He had seen it a thousand times before, when Children came to visit his little working spot. He smiled proudly, once again beginning his age-old explanation, but not before inhaling loudly with his mouth, which housed over a dozen teeth that had not been brushed since yesterday:

"Come closer, child of mine, and I'll explain you through poetry." He couldn't think of an original rhyme to rhyme with the word "poetry" after using "tree" one too many times, so he coughed and continued without poetrying. "You see, the Tupinski Bacteria is truly a disgusting beast. They are small and gross. But even worse than that, if you get some on your skin, they will also make you more gross."

The Train Engineer stopped to watch as the child ate his own mucus, confirming his previous statement. "...as I was saying, you don't want to touch Tupinski Bacteria. Not ever. Tupinski Bacteria must remain alone forever and also untouched forever. So says Train Engineer."

The child simply nodded, his head now almost visibly swollen with new information. He was happy. He was thankful to have been blessed with the gift of knowledge, so he left after the Train Engineer had to push him through the door because the child seemed to be in some sort of trance as children usually tend to be, and hadn't listened to a single word he said after finishing his story.

But faraway, on the surface of the dead bird, a Tupinski Bacterium had heard everything. It was genderless and it was also crying. Then it did a mitosis and it was joined by another Tupinski Bacterium and they touched each other. Everyone was happy. The ending

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