My Grim Fairytale

If mother goose fucked eeyore and bore a homo it would be a fowl ass, a braying bird

It might look normal in the eyes of others, but find itself absurd. The fact of its existence could seem fictional to you, but that doesn't stop this creature from needing something of its own to do.

The days are always dreary, yet there's a lesson in each cloud. All this information, the beast frequently says out loud. No one likes the downer donkey or the moralistic goose, but this offspring is the both of them alone out on the loose. It's searching on for others hoping it will find at least the possibility of one with whom to share its mind.