My name is Daisy. I love to LICK!!!! No wait! Stop! Hold your leg still!!!! I am trying to lick it. I guess I will just lick my paws then... Yummy!!! I will just lick the ground now! Don’t tell me to stop now! I am your new and improved mopping machine!!! Lick, lick, lick-whoa-was that a mouse?! I will just let the cats get the mouse, I suppose. I prefer the floor. The two cats that I have to live with are mean to me and usually stay on the other side of the gate. Well, that is until they run the gate over to get through thanks to Bubba, that fat cat I have to live with. Sometimes he licks the other cat, Booger, but I just think they are copy cats. I have to lick! I have to lick right now! What can I lick? Hmm-I will lick YOU!
Rarely do I play outside. When I do go outside to play I am not the kind of dog who will run out and catch a ball or go fetch a stick when you throw it. That’s just not my thing. I will just try to run off because I get distracted by things that God has created. Naturally, as you might assume, I only go outside to look for things to lick. Well, except for that other thing, if you know what I mean.
I just like to sleep all day and most of all lick. Little kids don’t even need to take a bath since I am here. Every time someone comes to the door I just bark and wait until they come in and lick them after I am done hyperventilating from excitement. I love being around people where the action is. Most of the time, I just fall asleep. I like to smell also. I bet I could win an award for my nose. My nose always helps me find things to lick. Well, I have to get back to licking things. Oh yeah, by the way, I don’t think I mentioned how much I love to lick things!!!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Lancelot at the Superbowl by Clumsy Bob
Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there was a knight whose name was Lancelot. He was very brave, or at least he thought he was. He had the whole armor of a normal medieval knight. The king gave him the job to guard the time machine.
Well, one day, he decided to go in the time machine when no one was watching. He pressed the button labeled “FUTURE.” The time machine warped Lancelot into the modern days. Lancelot had no idea what he had just done.
Suddenly, the time machine landed with a crash, and Lancelot opened the door
“What in the world just happened in this odd box?” Lancelot wondered to himself.
Then suddenly Lancelot heard a sudden burst of cheering. “AHH!” Lancelot shouted as he turned around. “What is going on? Who are all of these peasants? And what is going on in the middle of this…bowl?” Lancelot looked around confused. He spotted a sign on the walls. “Ah, this is a Super Bowl. This must be where people gather and sit an enormous, super, bowl!
Lancelot put his hand above his eyes to shade them. He gazed at the innumerable faces of the crowd. He noticed that there was an empty seat a couple rows down. He burst through the rows to take the seat. He sat down. He was seated and happy.
After watching the game for a while, Lancelot exclaimed, “What is that odd, but charming aroma I smell?” Lancelot inhaled. “I’m befuddled. It happens to smell like the bread that is sold in the market places.”
Lancelot followed the smell. It led to a hotdog, popcorn, and churro stand. Lancelot asked the man how much it was.
“Excuse me pastry fellow, but what is a churro?”
“It’s kind of like a breadstick covered in cinnamon and sugar.”
Lancelot glared at the man with a confusing face. “And what is this…sugar you speak of?” Lancelot inquired.
“We get from a plant called the sugar cane plant.” answered the clerk.
“Mmm…sounds pretty healthy.” commented Lancelot. The clerk rolled his eyes.
“Sir, how much is it for a churro?” asked Lancelot.
“Two forty nine,” the clerk responded.
“I beg your pardon?” Lancelot said.
“The churro costs 2.49! Two dollars and forty nine cents,” the clerk replied.
“Here, will this do?” Lancelot pulled out a gold coin.
“Well, heck yeah! How much do you want!” shouted the clerk excitedly.
“I’ll take 100, to take to my family and friends,” said Lancelot.
“You can a take a lot more than that if you want--I mean, that’s enough,” the clerk said greedily.
“Alright, thanks!” Lancelot said as he walked away and headed back to the time machine.
Lancelot sat in his seat. He rummaged in his bag of churros and pulled one out. He held the churro with two hands, and slowly lifted it to his mouth. He looked down and opened his mouth and stuck the churro in, and bit.
“Mmm! These are good!” Lancelot shouted as he stood and held the churro in the air.
The whole crowd looked at him.
He sat back down. Right at the second as he lowered to his seat, the clock buzzed.
It was the end of the game. Everyone stood and cheered and went wild. Lancelot shrugged and returned to the time machine. He stepped in the time machine and scratched his head. “Uh…which button do I press?” he asked himself. There were a million different buttons beeping and flashing. He pressed a random one, and POOF! he disappeared.
And that was the end…of Sir Lancelot the knight.
Well, one day, he decided to go in the time machine when no one was watching. He pressed the button labeled “FUTURE.” The time machine warped Lancelot into the modern days. Lancelot had no idea what he had just done.
Suddenly, the time machine landed with a crash, and Lancelot opened the door
“What in the world just happened in this odd box?” Lancelot wondered to himself.
Then suddenly Lancelot heard a sudden burst of cheering. “AHH!” Lancelot shouted as he turned around. “What is going on? Who are all of these peasants? And what is going on in the middle of this…bowl?” Lancelot looked around confused. He spotted a sign on the walls. “Ah, this is a Super Bowl. This must be where people gather and sit an enormous, super, bowl!
Lancelot put his hand above his eyes to shade them. He gazed at the innumerable faces of the crowd. He noticed that there was an empty seat a couple rows down. He burst through the rows to take the seat. He sat down. He was seated and happy.
After watching the game for a while, Lancelot exclaimed, “What is that odd, but charming aroma I smell?” Lancelot inhaled. “I’m befuddled. It happens to smell like the bread that is sold in the market places.”
Lancelot followed the smell. It led to a hotdog, popcorn, and churro stand. Lancelot asked the man how much it was.
“Excuse me pastry fellow, but what is a churro?”
“It’s kind of like a breadstick covered in cinnamon and sugar.”
Lancelot glared at the man with a confusing face. “And what is this…sugar you speak of?” Lancelot inquired.
“We get from a plant called the sugar cane plant.” answered the clerk.
“Mmm…sounds pretty healthy.” commented Lancelot. The clerk rolled his eyes.
“Sir, how much is it for a churro?” asked Lancelot.
“Two forty nine,” the clerk responded.
“I beg your pardon?” Lancelot said.
“The churro costs 2.49! Two dollars and forty nine cents,” the clerk replied.
“Here, will this do?” Lancelot pulled out a gold coin.
“Well, heck yeah! How much do you want!” shouted the clerk excitedly.
“I’ll take 100, to take to my family and friends,” said Lancelot.
“You can a take a lot more than that if you want--I mean, that’s enough,” the clerk said greedily.
“Alright, thanks!” Lancelot said as he walked away and headed back to the time machine.
Lancelot sat in his seat. He rummaged in his bag of churros and pulled one out. He held the churro with two hands, and slowly lifted it to his mouth. He looked down and opened his mouth and stuck the churro in, and bit.
“Mmm! These are good!” Lancelot shouted as he stood and held the churro in the air.
The whole crowd looked at him.
He sat back down. Right at the second as he lowered to his seat, the clock buzzed.
It was the end of the game. Everyone stood and cheered and went wild. Lancelot shrugged and returned to the time machine. He stepped in the time machine and scratched his head. “Uh…which button do I press?” he asked himself. There were a million different buttons beeping and flashing. He pressed a random one, and POOF! he disappeared.
And that was the end…of Sir Lancelot the knight.
Friend or Foe? By Superman
“Out, demon!” Sir James III yelled at the dark knight against him. He took his sword and lunged it into the evil heart of the dark knight. He fell off his horse and lay on the ground, empty of evil.
Then, about a mile away, he saw a shining object. He yelled “Forward” to his horse and he walked toward it. Sir James grabbed hold of the mysterious obstacle. It looked like a bottle with some sort of liquid inside. He opened the bottle and took a drink. He made a disgusted face. He swallowed it as if he is being forced. He looked down at the bottle and he thought, in his head that he hates it but something is telling him to drink more. So he does.
He drank a little bit. A little bit more. More. More! Until it was empty. That thing that was telling him to drink it was gone. The only thing that he thought was how dizzy he was. He dropped the bottle and it shattered into a billion little pieces. He fell on the ground and turned unconscious. What felt like two minutes later, he woke up.
There were thousands of screaming people surrounding a big, green arena. Half of the people were yellow and black, and the other half dark green and yellow.
“HEY!” yelled a man behind Sir James. “Move it!”
“Pardon me?” Sir James responded confused,
“I said move, it tin man!”
“Who be that tin man you speaketh of?”
“You!! Now get out of the way!!! I’m trying to watch!”
“Where be thou?”
“What?”
“Friend or foe?”
“Foe!”
“Well, well. Demon, knight is it?”
“Demon knight? What the…”
“Shall we joust?”
“Joust?”
“I challenge thee to a joust….mmm….down thither.”
“We can’t go down there, moron. We’ll get kicked out.”
“Art thou a coward?”
“Yes! Umhm…NO! I want to watch the game!!! Now move!”
“Thou givest up and I win by thy surrender. Who be they?” Sir James III points down to the football field.
“The Steelers. Dude! They are beast!”
James III suddenly lit up with inspiration. He looked down and saw bright yellow and black moving objects.
“What are those?” he asked the obese man, who was now stuffing his face with popcorn, a foot long hotdog and a Budlight.
The fat man replied, “Football players…DUH!”
“Be they enemy?”
“Um...Whatcha’ talkin’ ‘bout”
“Doesn’t matter! They must be destroyed!”
“By the Packers? They stink!!!”
“I won’t mind them. I need to destroy those beasts in green and yellow livery!!”
James III sprinted down the stands smiting people right and left. He gained a lot of shouts like, “Hey! Watch it freak!!” and “What the heck! Look where you’re going!” He didn’t care. His mind was set and focused on killing off the beasts.
Finally, he got down to the gate where two tall men dressed in long black shirts and pants, stood.
“Excuse me but I need to get through,” he explained.
“I don’t think so,” The tallest man said.
He was chubbier than the average person. Not as big as the other guy but still lengthy in the stomach. His dark brown hair had some specks of gray at the roots and, he had wrinkles all around his dark, suspicious eyes. Big bags hung under his eyes also. He had a long nose. VERY long. About the size as if he were Pinocchio and had lied three times, it was that long. And pointy. He wasn’t very charming either. His adam’s apple was almost the size of a potato. He had a loud, deep voice, about as deep as you could imagine God having when he created the earth.
“Why not?”
“What’s wrong with you? This is the Super Bowl! Unless you are part of the team, team coach, coach’s assistant, manager etc., you aren’t allowed.”
“But thy beasts are on thy field! What will they do if they kill everyone?”
“I think you need to leave. Stanley, take ‘im out.”
Stanly was shorter, yet stubbier. He had huge arms that lifted James III up in the air and flung him on his wet, sweaty back. The moisture was seeping into James’ helmet and the stench reached his nose.
Being a trained knight had its advantages. Like being able to get away from someone or kill someone right on the spot. Sir James lifted up his foot and kicked Stanley right in the side of the stomach. Stanley immediately fell to the ground. Sir James, the knight did a back flip off of his back and kicked him on the backside too. Stanley rolled his sphere like body over to face Sir James.
James took out his sword and pointed it millimeters from Stanley’s face.
“Give me thy keys! Unless thou doth want to see thy Maker today.”
Shaking, Stanley slowly reached in to his back pocket and pulled out keys. James grabbed the keys and sprinted back to the gate.
Meeting the security guard for the second time, he pulled out his sword once again and ordered him to move. He did. James opened the gate. The yellow and black beasts were like dragons. Running back and forth back and forth. Attacking the opposing people.
James imagined being back at the castle. But instead of one dragon, eleven. He thought of a plan after watching for five minutes.
All of the beasts seemed to be wanting one thing: a mysteriously shaped piece of something brown.
James charged toward the ball. It was flying left and right. Too high for him to jump up and catch. He thought, “I know nothing of this world!”
Without a thought he followed the ball to intercept it and succeeded in grabbing it. Realizing what he had done, he ran everywhere. He didn’t know where he was going and the whole crowd was booing and jeering. He looked back to see everyone following him. Halting, they followed and all fell on top of one another.
James had done it!! He walked on top of the sweating, breathing mountain. He smiled to himself. As he got down, billions of people came running towards him. He thought that he would get praises, but the looks on their faces didn’t seem like they were leaning towards praise. They piled words on him. Mean words. Hateful words. Curses. He fell to the ground and went into a deep sleep.
After what seemed like a billion years but was only two hours and thirty-nine minutes, he woke up on the ground, where he had been. The empty bottle lay beside him. He looked at it and threw it into the mote.
Then he realized that he still had something in his hand. It was the mysteriously shaped piece of something brown. He looked at it, then set it on the ground. He looked at it once more, then walked away, thinking, “Packers stink.”
Then, about a mile away, he saw a shining object. He yelled “Forward” to his horse and he walked toward it. Sir James grabbed hold of the mysterious obstacle. It looked like a bottle with some sort of liquid inside. He opened the bottle and took a drink. He made a disgusted face. He swallowed it as if he is being forced. He looked down at the bottle and he thought, in his head that he hates it but something is telling him to drink more. So he does.
He drank a little bit. A little bit more. More. More! Until it was empty. That thing that was telling him to drink it was gone. The only thing that he thought was how dizzy he was. He dropped the bottle and it shattered into a billion little pieces. He fell on the ground and turned unconscious. What felt like two minutes later, he woke up.
There were thousands of screaming people surrounding a big, green arena. Half of the people were yellow and black, and the other half dark green and yellow.
“HEY!” yelled a man behind Sir James. “Move it!”
“Pardon me?” Sir James responded confused,
“I said move, it tin man!”
“Who be that tin man you speaketh of?”
“You!! Now get out of the way!!! I’m trying to watch!”
“Where be thou?”
“What?”
“Friend or foe?”
“Foe!”
“Well, well. Demon, knight is it?”
“Demon knight? What the…”
“Shall we joust?”
“Joust?”
“I challenge thee to a joust….mmm….down thither.”
“We can’t go down there, moron. We’ll get kicked out.”
“Art thou a coward?”
“Yes! Umhm…NO! I want to watch the game!!! Now move!”
“Thou givest up and I win by thy surrender. Who be they?” Sir James III points down to the football field.
“The Steelers. Dude! They are beast!”
James III suddenly lit up with inspiration. He looked down and saw bright yellow and black moving objects.
“What are those?” he asked the obese man, who was now stuffing his face with popcorn, a foot long hotdog and a Budlight.
The fat man replied, “Football players…DUH!”
“Be they enemy?”
“Um...Whatcha’ talkin’ ‘bout”
“Doesn’t matter! They must be destroyed!”
“By the Packers? They stink!!!”
“I won’t mind them. I need to destroy those beasts in green and yellow livery!!”
James III sprinted down the stands smiting people right and left. He gained a lot of shouts like, “Hey! Watch it freak!!” and “What the heck! Look where you’re going!” He didn’t care. His mind was set and focused on killing off the beasts.
Finally, he got down to the gate where two tall men dressed in long black shirts and pants, stood.
“Excuse me but I need to get through,” he explained.
“I don’t think so,” The tallest man said.
He was chubbier than the average person. Not as big as the other guy but still lengthy in the stomach. His dark brown hair had some specks of gray at the roots and, he had wrinkles all around his dark, suspicious eyes. Big bags hung under his eyes also. He had a long nose. VERY long. About the size as if he were Pinocchio and had lied three times, it was that long. And pointy. He wasn’t very charming either. His adam’s apple was almost the size of a potato. He had a loud, deep voice, about as deep as you could imagine God having when he created the earth.
“Why not?”
“What’s wrong with you? This is the Super Bowl! Unless you are part of the team, team coach, coach’s assistant, manager etc., you aren’t allowed.”
“But thy beasts are on thy field! What will they do if they kill everyone?”
“I think you need to leave. Stanley, take ‘im out.”
Stanly was shorter, yet stubbier. He had huge arms that lifted James III up in the air and flung him on his wet, sweaty back. The moisture was seeping into James’ helmet and the stench reached his nose.
Being a trained knight had its advantages. Like being able to get away from someone or kill someone right on the spot. Sir James lifted up his foot and kicked Stanley right in the side of the stomach. Stanley immediately fell to the ground. Sir James, the knight did a back flip off of his back and kicked him on the backside too. Stanley rolled his sphere like body over to face Sir James.
James took out his sword and pointed it millimeters from Stanley’s face.
“Give me thy keys! Unless thou doth want to see thy Maker today.”
Shaking, Stanley slowly reached in to his back pocket and pulled out keys. James grabbed the keys and sprinted back to the gate.
Meeting the security guard for the second time, he pulled out his sword once again and ordered him to move. He did. James opened the gate. The yellow and black beasts were like dragons. Running back and forth back and forth. Attacking the opposing people.
James imagined being back at the castle. But instead of one dragon, eleven. He thought of a plan after watching for five minutes.
All of the beasts seemed to be wanting one thing: a mysteriously shaped piece of something brown.
James charged toward the ball. It was flying left and right. Too high for him to jump up and catch. He thought, “I know nothing of this world!”
Without a thought he followed the ball to intercept it and succeeded in grabbing it. Realizing what he had done, he ran everywhere. He didn’t know where he was going and the whole crowd was booing and jeering. He looked back to see everyone following him. Halting, they followed and all fell on top of one another.
James had done it!! He walked on top of the sweating, breathing mountain. He smiled to himself. As he got down, billions of people came running towards him. He thought that he would get praises, but the looks on their faces didn’t seem like they were leaning towards praise. They piled words on him. Mean words. Hateful words. Curses. He fell to the ground and went into a deep sleep.
After what seemed like a billion years but was only two hours and thirty-nine minutes, he woke up on the ground, where he had been. The empty bottle lay beside him. He looked at it and threw it into the mote.
Then he realized that he still had something in his hand. It was the mysteriously shaped piece of something brown. He looked at it, then set it on the ground. He looked at it once more, then walked away, thinking, “Packers stink.”
What Did I Do? By Rhetorik 323
Every day, it’s the same thing. I’m sleeping peacefully on my bed. Once again, I’ve let the tall people sleep with me. For some reason, that bell stars ringing and the tall people move. Why can’t they get their own bed? I get up with them so that I can go outside and visit nature. When I come back in, everyone is scurrying around my house. The cool guy is awake now. He is the best person in this house! I can’t wait to play with him, but I know what is next. They all leave me again. Now it’s just me, alone in my house…with those cats! What did I do?
I don’t understand why we needed to get out of my bed! Every day, it happens the same way. Sometimes there’s a change. Like today, we slept later, no one scurried, and they didn’t leave me until I heard 12 bongs on that big ticking thing in the living room. And, they came home sooner than usual. I know tomorrow, they will leave home later than usual, but will be dressed differently and the cool guy won’t have that bag he takes with him all the other days.
I know they love me. They pet me and feed me. But I can’t help thinking that every time they leave it’s somehow because of me. I don’t know why I always put my tail between my legs. I think it is part of my doggy-DNA. I just want them to be happy. I know those cats don’t care about them!! They just mess around all day and cause destruction. I think they are so lame! But my people pet and feed them, too! So, what did I do?!
I don’t understand why we needed to get out of my bed! Every day, it happens the same way. Sometimes there’s a change. Like today, we slept later, no one scurried, and they didn’t leave me until I heard 12 bongs on that big ticking thing in the living room. And, they came home sooner than usual. I know tomorrow, they will leave home later than usual, but will be dressed differently and the cool guy won’t have that bag he takes with him all the other days.
I know they love me. They pet me and feed me. But I can’t help thinking that every time they leave it’s somehow because of me. I don’t know why I always put my tail between my legs. I think it is part of my doggy-DNA. I just want them to be happy. I know those cats don’t care about them!! They just mess around all day and cause destruction. I think they are so lame! But my people pet and feed them, too! So, what did I do?!
Sir Arthur the Cheesehead by The Tiny Guy with the Tiny Tie
Once upon a time, in the land of Hubllewubba, there was a knight named Sir Arthur the cheesehead. I will begin his story when he was 10 (ten) years old. He was an excellent player at hide-and-go-seek-jousting. In fact, he was the best 10 (ten) year old hide-and-go-seek-jouster in all of Hubblewubba. One day while in the Forest of Doom, he was in a heated argument with an old friend named William the 3rd (third). They were arguing over who should be the first to hide and who should be the first to seek. Well, Arthur was getting very angry, and was about to go over to William and give him a piece of his mind with his jouster when he tripped over a tree stump and fell, but never landed. Sir Arthur had fallen through a portal. Now, there are very few portals in the land of Hubblewubba, but Sir Arthur fell through one, and he never came back….
“Go team go! Go team go!” cheered the black and yellow women with fluffy mittens and very short kilts.
“Ugh! Where am I?” Arthur asked himself.
“Shutup! It’s almost time for kick-off!” yelled a rather rotund man, wearing a shirt with a large G on it.
“Hey! What are you, a soup can? Hahaha!” jeered a teenager.
“No, actually, I am Sir Arthur the Chessehead! The best hide-and-go-seek-jouster in all of Hubblewubba!” said Arthur triumphantly.
“Hubblewubba? Pah! You’re a nut!” yelled an old man.
“Why, that was quite rude! How dare you say such a thing to Sir Arthur the Cheesehead! You should be ashamed of yourself!” said Arthur.
The teenager retorted, “Oh, yeah, well your mom should be ashamed of yourself!”
“Shut UP!!” cried the fat man. ”The game is starting. Just shut up, soup can man!”
“Ah, so you don’t believe me, eh? I’ll show you that I am the best jouster! I will show my exquisite skills on that man down there in the striped shirt who is making all that ruckus with that flute of his.”
“See ya in jail!” said a bystander.
“Humph! I’ll show them!” Arthur thought to himself as he neared the striped man.
“Hey! You, there! Get off the field!” demanded a security guard.
“I must show everyone my jousting, you fool! Get out of my way! Do you even know who I am? I am Sir Arthur the Cheesehead from Hubblewubba!”
The security guard fainted, and so did all the other guards who had heard Arthur’s story. Finally, he made it to the man in the striped shirt.
“Hey there, you oaf! I am going to joust you! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” cackled Arthur.
“MAMA-MIA! THE BABY’S GOT A DIAREA!!” cried the reff.
Those were the reff’s last words for the next forty two hours. Then Sir Arthur the Cheesehead looked to the sky, hands on his hips, feeling like a hero as smiled galiantly at the crowd, which was in awe.
DUN-DUN-DUN!!!!
THE END
“Go team go! Go team go!” cheered the black and yellow women with fluffy mittens and very short kilts.
“Ugh! Where am I?” Arthur asked himself.
“Shutup! It’s almost time for kick-off!” yelled a rather rotund man, wearing a shirt with a large G on it.
“Hey! What are you, a soup can? Hahaha!” jeered a teenager.
“No, actually, I am Sir Arthur the Chessehead! The best hide-and-go-seek-jouster in all of Hubblewubba!” said Arthur triumphantly.
“Hubblewubba? Pah! You’re a nut!” yelled an old man.
“Why, that was quite rude! How dare you say such a thing to Sir Arthur the Cheesehead! You should be ashamed of yourself!” said Arthur.
The teenager retorted, “Oh, yeah, well your mom should be ashamed of yourself!”
“Shut UP!!” cried the fat man. ”The game is starting. Just shut up, soup can man!”
“Ah, so you don’t believe me, eh? I’ll show you that I am the best jouster! I will show my exquisite skills on that man down there in the striped shirt who is making all that ruckus with that flute of his.”
“See ya in jail!” said a bystander.
“Humph! I’ll show them!” Arthur thought to himself as he neared the striped man.
“Hey! You, there! Get off the field!” demanded a security guard.
“I must show everyone my jousting, you fool! Get out of my way! Do you even know who I am? I am Sir Arthur the Cheesehead from Hubblewubba!”
The security guard fainted, and so did all the other guards who had heard Arthur’s story. Finally, he made it to the man in the striped shirt.
“Hey there, you oaf! I am going to joust you! MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!” cackled Arthur.
“MAMA-MIA! THE BABY’S GOT A DIAREA!!” cried the reff.
Those were the reff’s last words for the next forty two hours. Then Sir Arthur the Cheesehead looked to the sky, hands on his hips, feeling like a hero as smiled galiantly at the crowd, which was in awe.
DUN-DUN-DUN!!!!
THE END
School Daze by Jane Doe
“Yay! Mom’s here!” I thought, as my mamma Mary picked me up out of the tank. “Oh, boy, into the box I go! And it’s the small box. That means it’s just me and Mom today. I love going to school with Mom. I like seeing all her friends. Except that Hallie. She makes me sooo mad, dunking me in that cold, dirty water, turning me upside down, and, worst of all, shoving everything she can think of into my big claw including mechanical pencil led, regular pencils, and, worst of all, metal mechanical pencils. OUCH!
“I like it that Mom protects me, though. Whenever she sees someone being mean to me she swoops in to my rescue just in time.
“Yum! Snack time! Ooo, my favorite, grapes!
“Yikes! Let go of the shell! Oomph! Easy setting me down! Hey, I’m in that one room where that one tall guy with the dark hair is. I think I’ll go see him. Oomph! What the heck? Why can’t I move…? Ouch! I seem to be in that clear round ball. I’m always forgetting what it is called. All I can remember about it is that it’s heavy and was NOT designed with hermit crabs in mind. Well if I’m going to get over there, I’m going to need to get started. (Grunt, grunt, grunt.) Aahhh, I’m here at last. Whoa!”
“Well hey there little guy,” said the tall man as he picked the ball up in which I was contained, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been?”
“Oh, you know, just hangin’ around with my tank mates.”
(Suddenly) RRRIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!!
“Ah! My ears,” I yelled as the stinking bell rang.
“Well time to go home Sammy,” said mamma Mary as she gently placed me in the box.
“I was nice and all coming to school and seeing all my Mom’s friends again, even that Hallie, but it is such a relief to come home to a nice warm cage and my tank mates. Until next time anyway.”
“I like it that Mom protects me, though. Whenever she sees someone being mean to me she swoops in to my rescue just in time.
“Yum! Snack time! Ooo, my favorite, grapes!
“Yikes! Let go of the shell! Oomph! Easy setting me down! Hey, I’m in that one room where that one tall guy with the dark hair is. I think I’ll go see him. Oomph! What the heck? Why can’t I move…? Ouch! I seem to be in that clear round ball. I’m always forgetting what it is called. All I can remember about it is that it’s heavy and was NOT designed with hermit crabs in mind. Well if I’m going to get over there, I’m going to need to get started. (Grunt, grunt, grunt.) Aahhh, I’m here at last. Whoa!”
“Well hey there little guy,” said the tall man as he picked the ball up in which I was contained, “I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been?”
“Oh, you know, just hangin’ around with my tank mates.”
(Suddenly) RRRIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!!
“Ah! My ears,” I yelled as the stinking bell rang.
“Well time to go home Sammy,” said mamma Mary as she gently placed me in the box.
“I was nice and all coming to school and seeing all my Mom’s friends again, even that Hallie, but it is such a relief to come home to a nice warm cage and my tank mates. Until next time anyway.”
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