User blog comment:Oofoofoofoofoofoofoofoof/Bloons RP thread/@comment-36079976-20190512182601

Once upon a time, there was a monkey of darts

But his interests in life were but just the fine arts

His name was Easeliaon, often just nicknamed Easel

And his sole topic of comfort was a pet he named Weasel

But when the rubber foes came, the duo had to retreat

When they saw the inflated masses, they got on their feet

And fled to the mountains, the mountains of Schall

Where they settled upon a ledge and built a Dart Monkey Hall

And having evaded the bloons, the two got some sleep

Having spent their afternoon looking for food they could keep

Because their rations were low; their situation was dire

As the rainstorm that night had soon put out their fire

The next morning, hungry, Easel viewed the outside

And spied at the army of bloons to arrive

The bloons were amassing, under the rise of the sun

And it was now very apparent that their journey had begun