Young Alan & Fleas

Young Alan was lost. Not in the school playground, but in his head. He wanted to play with the others but he couldn’t to be safe, they may play games too hectic for him. Not that hectic games are bad, simply is Young Alan able to play them. Like a recluse he decided to be by himself in the corner of the playground where he knew it would be serene.

The flying flea zeppelin was floating across the playground to find certain child victims to deploy their troops into. It was a new battle strategy that would help them be able to conquer all the hair on the earth and find the flea fauna within each wig. While floating over the playground they spotted a young lad pacing back and fourth in the corner of the playground. He had a lot of hair the perfect astute camp for the fleas.

Young Alan stopped his busy pacing back and fourth as he felt a stinging incursion in his bushes of hair. It started itch, which soon became a burning irritate in Young Alan’s hair, that he had trouble locating it due to there being so much bush. Without paying attention to where he was going, Young Alan walked aimlessly through the playground, trying to sooth the itching by furiously scratching it. ‘CRASH’! Young Alan had accidently walked into a group of kids playing a not too, but almost hectic game. Young Alan try to apologies and make his way back to the corner of the playground, but was stopped when one kid ask if he wanted to join in the game. Young Alan is not allowed to ever say no. The large group of kids played their game and Young Alan had so much fun. So much, that the fleas were able to spread there forces into the hairs of all the other kids.