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And now for the second piece I'm working on.

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To say the day was boring would be the understatement of the week. The weather had been bright and sunny up until a day ago, when a rain storm decided to suspend itself over Foster’s home for Imaginary Friends and just not let up. Or leave, for that matter. The dark, heavy rain clouds blocked out any chance of sunlight and the gardens were soon nothing more then mud puddles aching to be jumped in. But given the last time Bloo had occupied himself with such an activity that he had became seriously ill, he opted for just complaining around the house about how bored he was.

“Man it’s so BORING!” He cried in disdain for the unknown time that hour. Right now he was hanging backwards on the back of the sofa in the lounge, whilst Wilt was busying himself with the television. Channel surfing wasn’t really that much an ideal pastime but it beat complaining by miles.

“Aw c’mon Bloo the weather ain’t that bad!” Wilt said with all the perkiness of someone who seemed to have inhaled a lot of coffee. But he hadn’t done that. “The flowers need a good watering, after all.” He added optimistically.

“Pft! If flowers want water they’ll get em in watering cans!” Bloo snapped back rolling over onto his stomach to stare at the television screen as it jumped from one program to the next. A news conference, a footballer ended face down in the mud, nature documentary about insects, television commercial for a brand new (and improved) shampoo… “How can something be new AND improved at the same time?” the small blue Imaginary suddenly asked.

“What?” Wilt asked, turning his head slightly even if he didn’t need to as his eye swivelled on it’s stalk to stare at his friend.

“Well if it’s new it’s never been out here before. So, it’s never been around to receive bad criticism so then how can it be improved if it’s never been new to begin with?” Bloo asked without taking a breath.

Wilt was at a loss for words. Coco though, who had taken a seat on the other end of the couch seemed to have the answer. Her personal language filled the room with a long string of ‘Cocos’ so insanely long a flower could have forced itself up through the floorboards then die via lack of natural sunlight.

“Oh!” both Wilt and Bloo exclaimed at the same time. How enlightening that was. If but for a while.

“…BORING!” Bloo suddenly shouted again, causing Coco and Wilt to jump.

Growing annoyed Coco turned her head to stare at the doorway and ask something she had been wondering mentally for the last few moments.

“I don’t know where Eduardo is,” Wilt replied, his lone eye looking to the doorway too. “He was right behind us last I checked.” And he did indeed check on his friends whenever they did walk throughout the house, or outside for that matter. Eduardo especially so, given his usual way of falling prey to a lone leaf falling from a tree, or a shadow that looked especially terrifying.

So where was the Hispanic, minotaur-like Imaginary friend got to? Well first he had to made a stop at the little boys room, or in this case, the large Imaginary room. By the time he had exited the room he found his friend’s hadn’t waited for them. That’s funny, since he had told Bloo he had to dash into room for a quick visit and Bloo had made some kind of grunt noise in response. That normally meant he heard him, and that he’d wait. Maybe he hadn’t heard him at all. Or just ignored him.

Eduardo continued on his way down the long hallway, stopping to glance outside one of the large windows at the world outside. The storm was still raging, the rain still batted against the glass like pebbles that just couldn’t break through into the house. Eduardo had mixed feelings about rain storms. Sure they were pretty when it was just rain falling, but when it was accompanied by thunder and lightning… that’s when it became a terrifying event. When lightning would light up the darkness, and thunder would cause the very foundation of Foster’s to quake is when Eduardo would normally hide under the bunk beds he shared with Wilt and Bloo. Wilt never complained when Eduardo would end up all but crushing him in the darkness, but Bloo would complain since the bed was suddenly wobbling back and forth given Eduardo’s massive size suddenly being beneath the bed.

Lucky for everyone’s sakes, this storm was just rain and nothing more.

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It'll pick up I swear.