There once was a bug. He was a giraffe weevil. He looked like a beetle with a crane on his head. On the end of that crane was his head. Once day his friends dropped a pencil in a river. His friends, being a good friend decided to have the girafffe weevil use his crane neck as a fishing rod to fish it out. They weren't friends anymore. Giraffe weavil made a new friend named manatee, but that friendship didn't last long since manatee decided to swim away.
Giraffe weevil was sad. Giraffe weavil's crane neck drooped on the florr and he decided to become a street sweeper. He attached a mop to his neck and roamed the street tripping random pedstrians because he could. He became a proffesional random pestrian tripper. He would walk around and suddenly drop his crane neck then trip other people. He hated ants because they would crawl around everywhere. He one day realized he sorta resembled a giraffe, so he traveled off to the roam with the giraffes in Africa. He got eaten by an anteater. The end.