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1 - The Squeewee Chronicles - The Origin of the Squeebrews
Finn C. M. Beauchamp
Tue 25 Aug 15
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It all started in Russia.
It started with pigs.
It started with the Military.

It started a long time ago. No-one knows how long, as it was never recorded in Russia, and squeebrews don't know the date, as calendars are not traditionally used in Squeebrew Culture.

There was a time when there were many pigs, and not many uses. Pigs were everywhere. Literally. Wandering the streets, owned by pretty much every family. Whenever a child was born, a pig was designated to him or her.

Eventually, the Russian military decided to use some of these vast amounts of pigs for a purpose. They would breed super-intelligent pigs and use them as workers.

So, within a few years, the pigs began to walk upright, and refused to eat waste slop. They began to imitate human speech, whilst snorting.

Then, a few years later, they began to speak russian with a lisp. They only walked upright, shrunk, and only ate proper food. However, they did not yet appear crocheted.

This was the final goal. So, time to go to work. the Russian Military forced many teams of workers to carry supplies. Regular people kept a small spare room to house their team of squeebrews.

They were forced to do tiny, menial jobs. Boring jobs. Squeebrews were transported all over the country, as curiosities. However, people did stop eating the squeebrews.

Eventually, the squeebrews became tired of being walking, talking toys. So a plan began to build up. They would leave Russia, and find their fortune, somewhere, somehow...

So they began to steal wood, and model boats. They began to disassemble the boat, and then re-build them into a larger form. When a large fleet of 2,000 boats were built, food began to be gathered.

Beetroot, cheesecake, pavlovas, red onion, and various other foods. Water was packed in tiny miniature barrels. So, over a year, the squeebrews gathered to the shores of Novorosslysk and Sochi. They waited until December 31st, midnight. None of them had any sailing experience.

They set off, using candles to light the way. They sailed for days, eating beetroot and cheesecake and drinking diluted beetroot juice.

After a week, the Russians realized that the squeebrews weren't missing, they were gone. After two weeks, they reached a small, unknown country. They landed, and partied.

They soon discovered how to mine dominoes, and glue. When they began to become low on food. So they travelled into nearby countries like russia and turkey.

Gradually, royalty developed, and a language between turkish and russian, combined with the squeebrew lisp developed. Only now did the distinctive crochet skin develop.

Many years passed. The time is now 2010. A balmy scientist/sailor entered the black sea, looking for life. Unexpectedly, he found something.


He sent only himself down, as the island was only 4 miles long and the inhabitants were tiny. They communicated, and they told him the stories of their race.

Within months, squeebrews became popular all over the world. And this, is where the story truly begins.


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