8: Emeralds are green. So are pickles.

You saw 'ew', I say say, 'yummm'.

I'd ask for double, you'd rather stick em' up your bum.

You don't like pickles, but you like the bun.

You say 'Emerald', I say 'Kelly'.

If you eat our burger it could be deadly,

But I guess at least our Disco Burger's not smelly.

On the tram Emerald and I saw a man walking into a restaurant carrying a gigantic carrot that had almost outgrown his entire body. We touched off and strolled down Brunswick street, where we saw a jar of pickles in a shop window. I think it was a bike shop. It made no sense. It made me think of that Courtney Barnett song. We forgot about the pickles and ate pizza piled with mushrooms and caramelised onions served by a cute girl with green hair, while the guy across from us sat with his mate in a chair that was too low for the table, and made him look slightly like an Oompa Loompa. He didn't have green hair. He had a golfer's hat. We left a tip in the teacup, then proceeded to squeeze chocolate sauce out of a syringe into our ice creams as we watched a busker in a rainbow hat beatbox and play the trombone. Then we went home. I forgot my keys. We walked to the supermarket to buy apple juice. We walked back. Dad pedalled to the gate in his stripy socks just in time to let us inside. 

When we got in, we were planning on writing a comic about how Carrot Man was saving the world one vegetable at a time. I drew lots of small rectangles for us to draw the pictures in, while Emerald drew a picture about our adventurous day. It looked like this:

We gave up on the comic and instead cut out the rectangles we'd made and drew pictures and words on each side. One of those words was:

Emerald drew this on the back:

Those little cards left us even more confused than when we started. I fiddled with the hundreds of tiny golden stars sitting in a little bronze-coloured dome shaped thing. It looked like the bottom of a hamburger bun. "Hey, we could make a hamburger!". But we couldn't have a hamburger with only one bun. Hmm. I walked downstairs to get some water, passing a little disco ball that was hanging by my window. I got the water and brought the disco ball back upstairs with me. We went downstairs again and cut it in half. 

We found a cheap rip off Hawaiian Lei. We cut that up too. 

We found an old brown shirt. We cut it into two circles and sewed them back together. We stuffed it with paper.

We found a holy piece of plastic. Baby Cheeses. We painted it yellow.

We found some red felt. We cut it up.

We found some rubber. Painted it green. Cut it up. Found some green felt. Found a pink gun. Squeezed glue out of it.

I bet you've never found a Disco Burger.

Emerald started opening her mouth.

I finished the blog post.