There are two sides to every broom, but as far as the inhabitants of Spitzberg-Upon-Flower were concerned there was only one broom.
The broom.
When the children of Spitzberg-Upon-Flower were tucked in at night they would gaze out of their windows at the bright side of the broom. But secretly, in their heart of hearts, they wondered about what lay on the other side.
No one ever dared to find out.
No one, that is, until Leopold Spitzenbrunner and Anastasia Manly.
Of course it was Anastasia’s idea. Such an expedition never would have occurred to Leopold, but when Anastasia suggested it he readily agreed.
No one ever called Leopold Spitzenbrunner chicken.
And so one night, after all of the children had gone to sleep, Anastasia tapped on Leopold’s window.
“Time to go.” She said.
Leopold pulled on his pants and hopped out the window. The two children crept through the streets, and arrived at the edge of town where they gazed across McGuilister’s sheep pasture.
The broom was just on the other side. They crossed the fence, and snuck stealthily towards it. They arrived at the edge of the broom, and skirted carefully around it, being careful to avoid wayward bristles. When they got to the end of the broom they paused for a moment, their hearts racing as they considered what might be on the other side.
“You ready?” Asked Anastasia.
No one ever called Leopold a chicken. They turned the corner, and saw what lay on the dark side of the broom.
“We can’t speak of this to anyone.” Said Anastasia.
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Dumbest Blog Ever 
😂
Thank you.
Some things are not meant to be known.
Indeed.
Meanie! lol lol lol
You’re welcome.
-snort- 😀
I couldn’t seem to get a handle on this story. Seems the truth is always swept under the carpet!
It sure does.
If I had a gun…
You’d shoot it in the morning, you’d shoot it in the evening all over this land?
With an ending like that, I fear you risk creating quite a dustup.
Nothing a good vacuum can’t handle.
Ha! I do like your tales.
Thank you.
Was it a real broomcorn broom, or one of those synthetic jobs? Their dark sides are not alike.
Real broomcorn.
Later Amestasia murdered Leopold to keep the secret and swept the whole thing under the rug
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Saturday laughter is the best (even when it comes on Monday)
She was good at that.
Was it a chicken?
How did you know?
I AM from the dark side
Of course.
I think their next adventure should be to find the end of a rainbow…
Don’t tell me: a stale tuna fish sandwich?
you never know…
“The Nimbus 2000?”
The 2001 Odyssey.
I always thought the A room and the C room were on the other sides of the B room.
You’d think.
This is obviously a rip off of a work by William Shakespeare 2
I thought he was a woodworker or something?
https://ifbaird1989.wordpress.com/2020/03/09/the-complete-works-of-william-shakespeare-ii/
Perfect.
Thank you.