Inspiration..... none.

Tonight when we gathered together in the place of meeting between the mountain of Shpandooo and the river of Shpatogaaa. The meeting began as usual. We opened with the TTWT pledge and took roll call and all five members were present. After the member  read us an article from the newspaper (she shall be referred to as Articles), another member made a comical remark about Articles' article (this member shall be referred to as Comic) and the group laughed, WHEN suddenly they were interrupted by a loud daunting bark coming from the forest of Sphooosh that lingered just beyond the path that shant be travelled. The first reaction of one member was to yell back "That absolutely does not live here!" (she'll be caled Absolutely) . Comic knowing she the noise meant danger  fleww from the house even if it meant running into danger.  While she was gone the four turned and continued eating sociables. "My sociables are really salty?" commented one member (she"ll shall be called Really). Article was about to reply to this when Comic came sprinting in. She collapsed on the floor and nurse Absolutely was first to help her. We call her nurse because as one member would put it "Why put off the inevitable" (she's called Hinevitable). Comic lieing on the floor gasped for water. Article being the quick thinker in the group grabs her glass and throws the contents onto the face of Comic.
 "Gee Thanks" says Comic
"No problem" 
"Back on subject. What was out there?" asked Absolutely
"What? What was where? Ohhh out there It was a mean evil monister but I took a whiff of him. He's a good monster" replied Comic. "He's strong, solid, reliable."
"Wow he sounds like a bookcase!" said Article
"No he wasn't wooden." commented Comic with a look of confusion.
"When it comes to life she's dumber than a bag of barber hair." muttered Hinevtiable all for members looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Had an incident occured like this tonight, that is how it would have gone. I had no inspiration tonight to write a thrilling story about how we saved millions of rabits from a flaming forest, possibly because of the absence of the group. If at midnight I feel creative juices flowing I may return to write a rather exciting story. On the other hand I may just go to bed like normal people.
But I shall leave you with one question "Is that a wocket in your pocket?"