"The Adventures of The Filogoofers"

 This is one of the first stories I've ever written. I hope you guys like it, comment below.


     Tikopofy was a wonderful land with magnificent buildings, beautiful forests, and wonderful people known as the Filogoofers. Filogoofers were oddly shaped, their whohas didn’t match there tatahs, their noses didn’t have roses and worst of all they didn’t wash their footsy wootsys. Even though their feet stunk and their noses didn’t have roses they all lived in harmony, except they were terrorized by their king. King Shamafala was not a Filogoofer, but he was just as hideous. He was a big plump man with a twirling mustache across his face; he also had a big white beard that twirled all the way down to his plump jelly belly. His teeth were yellow and his breath smelled like rotten Shushamuri Jell-O. That was not the worst part of him he was meaner than a Rataktabondoogle, but the people were too scared to do anything about it.
      One day the king heard of a far distant land that was inhabited by no one, him being a greedy fellow, he quickly sent out a cry to all the people of the town that he wanted this land. Shamafala quickly boarded 1000 Filogoofers onto a speedy deeverhover and sent them a rowing to that piece of land. As soon as they landed, they met a group of masked bandits. The Filogoofers got very scared, but did not run knowing that the deeverhover had no fuel, so instead they coward and befriended those ghouls. Soon the bandits revealed their true face and told them that they were very friendly and told them to call them Boulysofos. The Boulysofos gave the Filogoofers many goods and invited them to a harvest dinner, where they were served googoos, toolutoolus in floogerberry jam, and the main course a plump tuktak bird smothered in apago sauce.
      The Filogoofers and the Boulysofos lived in harmony sharing the land, until the Filogoofers started to populate. You know how fast Filogoofers breed; well they stole land from their friends for their own selfish need. This angered the Boulysofos’ chief so they planned to attack, but they failed because they were clearly outnumbered and did not have the weapons to back. So they sadly went to the east and never showed their faces.
      King Shamafala heard of the news that his people had gotten more land, he rejoiced and sent an army to see how the people were. When he discovered that his people were happy and prospering, he decides to tax them for 50 percent of any food they grew. This angered the Filogoofers a lot so they decide to rebel because they knew the king could not do anything because he was over there and they were over here. This conflict carried out for years and eventually the king became mad and he sent a dozen of his most elite army. The Filogoofers were not terrorized easily by the armies because they had their own elite armies that were armed with wingdangles and wizwackers. They fought for many years they even got the help of their former friends the Boulysofos who helped fight of Shamafala’s power. They eventually won the war and the king respected them and named the country The United Filos of Jafaygo. As time went on the Boulysofos became really poor and sold of the land they were living in to the Filogoofers, were they lived in happiness again.
      With more land, came more property and more property meant more work and more work meant cheap labor. The Filogoofers had barely any money and could not afford cheap labor, so again the Filogoofers collapsed their friendship with the Boulysofos in attempt to get some labor. The Boulysofos were treated well at first until power took over the Filogoofers’ minds and they started mistreating Boulysofos by not giving them cloths, or enough floogerberry jam during supper and worst of all if they didn’t do something they would make them sniff their nasty footsy wootsys. The Boulysofos went on for years serving their Filo masters, until some Filogoofers were disgusted by the way their friends the Boulysofos were being treated. This form of thinking caused the Filogoofers to split into two separate groups; the Filos who wanted to weld their friendship with the Boulysofos and the Goofers the lazy good for nothings that wanted the Boulysofos to do everything for them. The Filos moved to the north were they lived in harmony with Boulysofos sharing their floogerberry jam and the Goofers moved to the south and carried on their lifestyle.
      For years many Boulysofos tried to escape to the north were they could get some delectable floogerberry jam, but they were always caught and forced to smell their yucky mucky feet of their
Goofer masters. The Filos became angered by this mistreating and decided to become one group again and follow the ways of the north. They fought over the Boulysofos and endangered their land, but eventually the Filos won and they all rejoiced and celebrated with a big jar of floogerberry jam. Even though they were happy the country was a mess, everyone pitched in but it wasn’t a success. So think about this the next time you have a conflict you should talk it out because war always end in poverty and grief. No matter who wins in a war the results never give anyone relief.