Okay everyone shutup. I'll start the rp.
It was a crisp autumn morning as I began to stride to the annual tea party. The leave on the trees were a wonderful blend of yellow, orange, and red, and the sound of crunchy lifeless leaves could be heard beneath my rubber boots. At the tea party I would see many old friends, so naturally, I was quite excited. I wore my fanciest pair of overalls, and my strawiest straw hat. My name is Randy Rancid Radish. I'm not actually a radish, but I've always been astounded by the lovely creation that is the radish. Radishes have always been there for me, as I am for them. My first childhood friend, Timmy, was a wonderful radish. He would often share stories of his days on the farm, and his time in the war fighting against the Nazi's. Timmy was a wise old radish, and I loved listening to his tales.