"its my pie, not yours"
but i want only a little piece!
"NO! MY PIE!"
Soarin - "He said it feels like warm apple pie. I wonder."
10 minutes later
Soarin's Dad - "Hey son what you doooooooo... OMG!"
Soarin - "Uh... Dad... uh..... it's....... "
Soarin's Dad - "Uhhh Ya! Will tell your mother we ate it."
Soarin - "Thank's dad. By the way do we have anymore pie. You kinda interrupted the process."
Soarin's Dad - "Son, we really need to get you a girlfriend. This pie thing is getting out of hoof."
And thus how Soarin's love-affair with pie began.... or not.... I don't know its the middle of the night and all I see is crazy.
God I love your art though. Thanks for sharing it with us.
This is my pie. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My pie is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My pie, without me, it's useless. Without my pie, I am useless. I must bake my pie true. I must mix smoother than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must feed him before he feeds me. I will...My pie and I know what counts in this war is not the temperature of our fire, the smell of our dough, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the taste that count. We will fill...My pie is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its filling. I will keep my pie clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...Before God, I swear this creed. My pie and I are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy starvation. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but fullness!
But Soaren joined, because the Wonderbolts private chef, serves pie…
WHAAAAAA NNHHGGGGG SOARIN!!! He looks so... so .. ADORABLE!!!
( I can bake a pie too wanna fly by for a pie soar) LOL
HOW IN THE PONY-FEATHER-PIE YOU CAN DRAW SUCH A ... A nvm *faint* LOL