Chafufa's Adventures

Chafufa's Adventures

In the year of our lord two thousand and five there happened to be a florist named Chafufa. Chafufa did much of her business on the internet and then she delivered the flowers herself in her jet, car, or boat. Chafufa was always busy day and night; she once made a delivery to Zaire in her jet one morning and another delivery that afternoon in Japan. Chafufa was born of Muff and Luna in a long line of florists. But Chafufa's birth was peculiar--she was born with a bouquet of flowers in her arms. Also at age nine, in her vast flower gardens that she herself made she got lost and wandered away from her parents and never saw them again.

Chafufa was loyal to the old florist way of business, "Do anything to make a delivery" even though she was a New Age florist. One day Chafufa received an emergency flower delivery fax, (E.F.D.F.) for a bouquet of Martian roses to be delivered to the South Pole. For this delivery she would have to use all three of her apparatuses; car, boat, and jet not to mention getting some Martian Roses. Chafufa would first find the roses. Martian roses only grew in soil from Mars; luckily she had a pot of Martian soil in her backyard. Now Chafufa would have to obtain the seeds from a mother mole--the only animal to posses the seeds. Chafufa descended into the abyss to confront the mother mole and get the seeds. Chafufa arrived at the abode of the mother mole, the mother mole knew she was coming and said, "You shall have your seeds but only if you throw two perfect bulls eyes in a game of darts with me." Luckily Chafufa was an accomplished dart woman as well as a florist. Chafufa did one hell of a move and threw two darts at once and made them both in the bull's eye. The mother mole gave Chafufa the seeds and Chafufa planted them and harvested the Martian roses by the light of a burning raccoon skin so that they would last the trip. She put her car and boat in her jet and traveled to Buenos Aries, Argentina, there she ditched the jet and put her car in her boat and sailed to the coast of Antarctica. At the coast she ditched the boat and continued in her car (which was a Delorian) she sped across the ice flats with the roses in hand but her car ran out of gas about a mile from the South Pole. She almost didn't continue but then she remembered the old florist way of business, "Do anything to make a delivery"