Cleaning themselves up by a river

“Come on, it’s not getting off!” Annie yelled. We are both in a river, Annie crouching on the shore and scrubbing her forehead. I, on the other hand, am standing on the muddy bank, pointy stick in hand, trying to catch us dinner.

After the nuns had finished taking turns playing battery on our behinds, we received a very long sermon that I didn't manage to understand at all. Since they **** us to sit on stone chairs while our butts were still reeling from the spanking, it was quite a painful speech.

Tired that they weren’t getting to us, the nuns decided to scribble “Pervertito” on our foreheads and literally kick us out of their convent, because our butts hadn’t suffered enough already. Great, if people were **** to help before, now that we were declared perverts, that was even more impossible.

So we scampered off, heads hung in the shame of defeat until we found this river I’m standing on. We bathed for a while to cool off our burning behinds and then came to a stop here. I decided to catch us dinner, and Annie decided not to do anything productive.

I lock eyes with my target, a delicious-looking louche. I stab the river bed but he deftly dodges and swims uphill. I gave chase, aim with the stick and-

I accidentally trip over a stone and fall face first in the ankle-deep river like a complete amateur. “Blergh… damn it.” I quickly get back to my feet, but the dinner was long gone. Cleaning the mud out of my face and chest, I look up. “Huh, Hey Annie, come check this out.”

“What is it? Oh!” In front of us is an idyllic valley covered in rows of green grass, a quaint little town standing in the middle of it all. All that was missing was a rainbow.