Together At Last

Hey! Miss Sophisticated and Ms. ArtsyFartsy here.
     Ok so right now Ms. A.F. is at my house (Miss. S. 'house) and we are going to blog it up!
So we're going to write a story. I type a sentence, then Ms. A.F. types a sentence, and hopefully it works out. This should be interesting.
     Once there was a man, who had a mental condition called Mallarditisis.
He lived in a little hut near a creek.
This was not a good thing for his mental condition, which caused in him an irrational fear of ducks.
This specific creek had an irregular amount of ducks. The man lived in turmoil every day because of his fear, until he met Dr. McFroggert. One morning the man went out to the creek to sprinkle duck poisoning on the bank, when he looked around and suddenly saw a strange, important looking man sitting on a rock. "Who are you?" inquired the man.
"Oh dear! You startled me! Umm oh yes, My name is Dr. McFroggert."
"Yeah, well, what are you doing in my-AHHHHHGGHGHHGH!!!" *runs away*
Oh heavens no! This man surely need my assistance!" So the doctor ran off after the man.
When the doctor found the man, he was huddled beneath a picnic table, sucking his thumb and repeating the phrase, "The ducks will not hurt me, the ducks will not hurt me" over and over.
"Oh you poor soul! Whatever were you running from?"
The man quivered, he began to cry, saying, "The MALLARDS!!! They're after me, they want to kill me and eat me! I dreamt.... AHHH" *sobs*
The Dr. crouched down to the man and gently rested his hand on the mans shoulder. "Oh dear. You defiantly need my assistance. What is your name, poor soul?"
"I never had a name. My mother... she was EATEN by MALLARDS...before she could give me one!!! Or was that the dream? No, wait, uhm, no, my name... I can't remember!"
"Oh heavens! Well sir, would you like my assistance? Here's my business card" The doctor sat up, pulled an official looking card out of his wallet, and handed it to the man.
The man took the card in a trembling hand, "W. L. McFroggert, M. D., rare mental conditions specialist." it read.
"What do you think, poor soul, would you like to follow me to my vehicle and come down to my office? I could examine your condition and...Uhh, help you."
"Well, I, um, I haven't ever been in a motor car before." The man thought about the good doctors offer. "I suppose. I just, I feel like I've never been able to live a full life, and, oh, I just can't thank you enough!" *sobs*
"Oh heavens, dear man, don't cry!  It's my job to help you!" Dr. McFroggert stood up and motioned to the man to follow him.
     ~To Be continued~

     So, do we have you hooked yet? Yeah, thought so.
Now that we've been blogging for three weeks there's just one thing we want to say to you: WE LOVE YOU GUYS!
Anyway, we'll post the next installment of our story next time we're together.
Farewell,
Miss Sophisticated and Ms. ArtsyFartsy