He loves them. And they taste so good. He can't not eat them when he wants. He craves to be with his oats all day. When touring, he wants to go back home to just eat them.
Finally, touring is over and he's all alone, with his precious oats. He bids his band mates farewell, and heads inside, to find his precious oats, exactly where he left them.
He removes his hat and coat and walks and sits next to the oats. He smiles and picks them up, to get them hot and ready for tonight.
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Oatrick
قصص الهواةthis is the ORIGINAL oatrick. im still trying to figure out why i wrote this. i had originally published it on my old account but i had to leave it for reasons. like literally what DEMON possessed me when i wrote this
