The average day of the delusional girl

Laughter echoed throughout the forest. “Oh my, Wrinklegriddle, you are hilarious! Tell me another one!” Lilly sat cross legged in front of a log with a small blue butterfly on it. She stared at the little bug in great anticipation. Five seconds of pure silence passed until she suddenly laughed, dropped on her back, and started to kick the air.

“Gosh, you are too funny.” She wiped a small tear from her eye, and sat back up again.

Another butterfly flew passed her, prompting her to say, “hey Foggyfig, what are you up to today?” After the usual silence, she answered herself, “sure, I’ll follow you.” She got up, and happily ran after the butterfly.

She’d eventually saw a couple having a picknick, so she hid behind a tree with ‘Foggyfig’.

“What kind of prank have you been cooking up?” Smiled Lilly, “oh, but that is really good, I’m in!” Grinned the young nude blonde.