Disclaimer: I normally would make some sort of snappy, interesting remark, but I can't think of any. You people have seen these before you know what they are, and if you are still reading this I pity you.

A/N: Hi again, school as once again begun and I was tossed into two of the most boring classes ever art, and African American literature. Now that may sound like a bad thing, and well it is, for me, but for you, it is good because there is a strong possibility that I will be daydreaming so much, many more stories will pop up, and so there you go. STOP READING AUTHORS NOTE GO TO STORY!!! Ps. I hope I don't insult anyone in this story. If you go to a therapist or are a therapist THERE IS NO HARM MENT, SO DON'T YOU DARE FLAME ME!

A Devine Conversation Between Mrs. Tweedy and her therapist

THERAPIST: "Well it is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Tweedy, I am a therapist. You are obviously a nut case or else you wouldn't be here. So tell me a little about yourself."

MRS. TWEEDY: "Flying chicken coop, chicken with hat, chicken with glasses."

THERAPIST: "OOOOOOK, that is very interesting. Now what do you say with start with the ink blots?"

Mrs. Tweedy nods like an idiot.

THERAPIST: "Now what do you see here."

MRS. TWEEDY: "Flying bike, gravy, hammers."

THERAPIST:(looks at picture) "Odd, I don't see anything, are you sure?"

MRS. TWEEDY: "Flying bike, gravy, hammers."

THERAPIST: "Well if you say so. That's try the word matching test (A/N: I have no clue what that test is really called). I will say a word and you say the first word that comes to mind."

Mrs. Tweedy nods like an idiot.

THERAPIST: "Escape"

MRS. TWEEDY: "Chicken"

THERAPIST: "Rooster"

MRS. TWEEDY: "Flying bike.

THERAPIST: "Glasses"

MRS. TWEEDY: "Scotland"

THERAPIST: "Plane"

MRS. TWEEDY: "Chicken Coops"

THERAPIST: "Pie"

Mrs. Tweedy stops, and stares at the therapist before running strait out of the room screaming.

MRS. TWEEDY: "STOP THE CHICKENS MR. TWEEDY. THEY ARE GOING TO ESCAPE. HA HAHAHAHA. GRAVY!!! HAHAHAHAAHAH. WATCH OUT FOR THE CHICKEN COOPS. HAHAHAHAHAHAH.

THERAPIST (to her self): "I need a new job."

A/N: So what do you think? Do you like it, if so tell me. Do you hate it, please don't tell me. Do you love it? If so, there will be more. Ps: I know it is short don't tell me that!