Once upon a time, there was a figure who liked pineapples. His name was Sir Bob the 5th. Little did he know that his interest in pineapples would uncover some of the biggest mysteries of the forest. We begin our story in a small cottage in a forest where Sir Bob resided.
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"This is so tasty!" Bob screamed as he ate a whole pineapple.
His neighbor, Joe, looked at him in bewilderment. "How can you eat a pineapple like that," Joe asked.
Bob looked at his neighbor. He glanced at another pineapple. As he grabbed the pineapple, he stared at it for a while. Bob smiled and said, "I just like pineapples, I guess."
The two of them ventured outside of the cottage. His friend asserted, "We have to go."
Bob solemnly looked at his farm of pineapples. "But my pineapples," he muttered.
Joe assured, "You can bring as many as you want. We have to go before it's too late."
Bob grabbed a pineapple and placed it in his bag. He said, "This one's name shall be Joseph the 372nd."
Joe teased and murmured, "Let's go, pineapple enthusiast."
Bob groveled at the thought of leaving his farm and pineapple cottage. Alas, he overfilled his bag with pineapples and left with his friend.
The two of them walked on a path in the forest. Still saddened, Bob questioned his friend, "Are you sure about this, Joe?"
Joe reassured, "Yes. With this, we will be able to become rich."
Bob sighed.
Bob and Joe walked on the paved path for hours without knowing where they were heading. Soon, what they would uncover would be most extraordinary.
"How much longer," Bob asked as he ate a pineapple.
Joe explained, "A little longer, and we'll arrive at our destination."
Bob nodded.
As it was getting dark, the pair decided to rest in a cave.
As they walked inside, Bob dropped his bag of pineapples.
Joe dropped his bag of personal belongings.
Both exhausted, they fell to the ground.
As he panted, Bob chuckled, "I didn't think my pineapples were so heavy."
"Did you barely notice," Joe asked.
They laughed and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, Bob woke up and something felt odd. He sat up and looked around. To his shock, his pineapples were gone. "My pineapples! Where are they?" Bob cried.
His pineapples which he raised with upmost care and love. All the time he had poured into them. The thought of it sent shivers of disbelief down his spine. Where did they go? They couldn't have just walked away.
Bob noticed Joe's untouched bag on the ground. "Joe, he must know," he thought.
However, Joe was also gone.
Bob looked around for his friend, but he couldn't find him. He left the cave and called out, "My pineapples! You can stop hiding! Joe?"
There was no response.
A growl could be heard. Bob looked down and his tummy growled. He was hungry. His only diet was pineapples, but they were gone, now. He was deep in the forest with no way back home. He was lost.
Bob walked in the forest for what felt like days without end. "My... pineapples," he repeatedly murmured.
One night, he saw lights deeper in the ominous forest. He limped towards them, hoping that they may be the lights of his cottage. As he got closer, more lights shone.
When he arrived, he was surprised.
The lights shone from multiple torches around a village.
Bob loomed closer as he heard chatter from a nearby campfire.
An ominous wind blew over the fire.
To his surprise, Bob spotted his bag of pineapples by the campfire. "Whoever lived here must have taken them," he thought.
His pineapples were in his sight, and he could not stop until he grasped them once again.
A group of small creatures surrounded the campfire.
Bob limped towards them from behind. His tummy growled at the thought of indulging his pineapples.
The small creatures turned around.
Bob stared at their skinny bodies. He got a look at their innocent eyes as they stared back.
"A monster!" They shrieked in a high-pitched voice. The small creatures backed away and glared at Bob.
Bob looked at them in confusion. He thought, "Monster? Where?" He turned his head behind him and saw no monster. Bob looked at the small creatures and explained, "Those are my pineapples. Can I have them back, please?"
The small creatures looked at him with fear. It was as if they could not understand him.
"I'm hungry, please," Bob pleaded and pointed towards the pineapples.
The small creatures glanced at the bag of pineapples and looked back at him. They slowly handed the bag of pineapples back to him.
Bob thanked them and walked away
The small creatures watched in terror. They ran off and alerted the others.
By a tree, Bob ate out of his bag of pineapples. He realized that most of his pineapples were eaten, and he was still left starving. He ventured back to the village. He needed their help or else he would starve.
Bob loomed closer and heard loud grunts. He sneaked through bushes to see what was going on.
Larger versions of the small creatures strangely paced around the campfire. They puffed out their chests and hit blocks of wood, tied around their waists, with wooden sticks. The other creatures cheered them on.
Bob was intrigued. He wanted to get a closer look. As he stood behind them, he watched them yell.
For some reason, a drop of drool fell out of his mouth. He wiped it off, and he was reminded that he was hungry. He moved through the bushes to get a better view.
Just then, his stomach led out a loud growl.
The creatures noticed. They turned and looked at Bob.
Bob looked back at them and waved.
"It's the pineapple monster," they alerted.
Bob was confused by the comment.
One of the larger creatures grabbed a nearby stick. He threw it at Bob.
Bob blocked it with his arm. "It hurts," he groaned in pain. He stumbled out of the bushes and looked at his arm.
The stick was sharp and lodged in his arm.
The creatures looked at Bob in horror as he pulled out the sharp stick.
Blood poured out, creating a puddle on the ground.
Having a clearer view, Bob and the creatures stared at each other.
Bob reassured, "I mean no harm. I just want pineapples and shelter."
The creatures glared back at him with fear and fury.
That's when Bob noticed the unthinkable... A cooked corpse laid by the campfire. It was Joe. His friend was dead and cooked. These creatures were planning to eat him. "How horrific," he stammered.
Bob turned around and limped away.
Just then, another sharp stick impaled his leg.
Bob fell to the ground and screamed in pain.
The creatures approached him with more sticks and stabbed him.
Bob yelled out, "Stop! I... I don't want to die!" He wanted to cry, but his consciousness faded.
Days later, the creatures found Bob's pineapple cottage and pineapple farm. They feasted on the pineapples until...
There was nothing left.