No, That's a FORK Sonic

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" I had to be wheeled out in a wheelchair and Dr. Hibbert said that for today, there would be no speed, transforming, flight, or anything of the training sort. Sonic pushed the wheelchair, and insisted that the others run ahead and make some sort of bed out of Illum's remaining feathers.
“All right..." said Knuckles, hesitantly. “But remember, no fast stuff! You got that?"

"Scout's honor!" said Sonic, as he held up three fingers.
They ran ahead and we soon went on the slow-paced ride up the twirling base of the large tree. After about 5 minutes of walking, Sonic began to complain. 


"GEEZ! Do you guys have to go through this every day?!? I could've made it to the city of Tulipway and back by now!"

I decided to change the subject.
"What’s that city like anyway? I've heard many people talk about it, but I've never actually been."

"Hmmmmmm... Tulipway...Tulipway........" He said, pondering to himself, looking very deep in thought. "Well...it's a big city...with a lot of lights...and shops...and...uh...yeah."

"Oh! That's a lot of description! Every city has lights, and shops, and stuff!!! Be more specific!"

"O.K.....uh...well... it has some casinos, and hotels, and they perform plays there, and there's lots of lights, and shops, and....yeah."

"THAT'S WHAT YOU JUST SAID!!!!!"

"Well, soooorrry! I'm not a poet you know!!!"

"It sounds a lot like New York..."

"New Yyyyyyeeeeeeeooooooaaaaaaaarrrrrrccccckk..."

Sonic tried desperately to pronounce "York" correctly, before saying: "Never heard of it."

"You've never heard of New York? You know....Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Broadway, 9-11 ......ring any bells?" I asked desperately twirling my fingers impatiently.

"Hmmmmm...... OH! Yeeeeaaaahhhh! They’re such cute little balls of fluffiness! They remind me of Ireland!"

"No! Stupid! That's a Yorkshire Terrier! Their DOGS!!!"

"OH! Well... is it one of those shiny things you eat with?"

"No...that's a fork Sonic. A fork." I said in a drone.

"Uhhh..... mork, pork, zork, tork, lork, cork..........nope! I've got nothing."

I slapped myself. "How can you know of IRELAND, but not know of NEW YORK!!!"

"What's Ireland?" He asked stupidly.

"YOU JUST SAID YOU KNEW WHAT IRELAND WAS!!!!!!"

"Did I?"

"Yea! Remember? When we were talking about Yorkshire Terriers, and you said they make you think of Ireland? Remember?!?!"

"But, a Yorkshire Terrier is a type of dog."

"I KNOW!!!! THAT'S WHAT I JUST SAID!!!!!!!!!"

"Your strange. I've never heard of Ireland in my life! How could I know what it was?! Your a silly, little human!"

"Your an idiot."

"Am I?!"

"Yea definitely."

"Ohhhhhh.....what's an Idiot?"

"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
"

LOL! ^_^
Taken from Chapter 10 of the "Trip of Dreams".
...another piece, inspired by RayJ's recent fandom.