Shrolnd Bieber, Lilith Johannasburg [motivational books to read txt] 📗

Shrek was walking through his swamp one day and stumbled apon a small poster. The poster read "Trump 2016". Shrek's heart jummped out of his chest when he realized someone else must have been in his swamp. 

"Hello?!" Shrek called out. He head a twing snap behind and he whipped his heat backwards at the speed of light...behind him stands an orange man with what looks to be a mop on his head. "W-what...I mean who are you?" the orange man asks, staring at Shrek in awe. Shrek smiles. "My name is Shrek and this is my swamp. I've lived here for 30 years with my donkey and one thing i've learned after 30 years is-You never know WHAT is going to float into that bog." Shrek says very confidently-his loud, ogre voice rings out in the distance. 

The orange man blushes and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding making eye contact with Shrek. "I...I...My name is Donald." He says, his cheeks a bright red compared to the orange spray tan.

Shrek also blushes when Donald tells him his name. "Are you okay?" Shrek asks Donald. 

Donald nods. "I just need a place to sleep and eat for a couple nights..." He hesitates slightly before asking. 

Shrek smiles and points to his house "You can stay in my mud hut with me and Donkey if you'd like."

"are you sure?" Donald asks.

"Positive." He smirks.

"Thank you so much!" Donald squills and they both head into Shrek's mudhut for swamp tea and rat feeces.

 Shrek looks deep into Donald's blue eyes with a look of total lust, he flutters his eye lid as the hot swamp tea sit in between the two of them.

Donald awkwardly blushes and looks away from Shrek, his cold black heart skipping a beat. He doesn't understand this feeling.

Publication Date: 09-16-2016

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