Deeeeeear Megan,
OPTION 1
My biscuits are burning! My biscuits are burning! Saith the cat. The sheep
lay down his life for the horn, and Little Boy Blue ate his bugle. HA HA
HA the evil munchkin said as Diana turned to slime. The bugle came to life
and made Diana solidify again. You saved my life Diana said, so Little Boy
Blue committed suicide. The end.
OPTION 2
The stork brought a mutated baby to the Heralds' doorstep. Eek Mrs. Herald
cried. Hark! the herald angels sang. It is a gross baby and it has a bird
face and gopher skin. Yuck! The stork shrugged his torn up shoulders and
flew away to his litter box, never to be seen or heard from again while the
Heralds raised the stupid baby. The end.
OPTION 3
Once upon a time there was a girl named Golditeeth. She had big yellow canines
from slurping sulfuric acid as a toddler. She was proud of her big yellow
teeth until a wolf came along one day and mistook them for corn. Scram!
Golditeeth yelled. My email is [email protected]. The wolf didn't care
and he carefully dismantled and devoured Golditeeth until she was gone. The
end.
OPTION 4
Dripsea was tired; it had been a long day. Huey was a dork as usual and Dripsea
wanted a new dog. Huey huey huey huey huey! Huey shrieked, but Dripsea said
Doy doy doy! and Huey shut up. The cockroach pie was burned purple and Dripsea
went to bed in a good mood for the first time in her life. Behold the pot
rises at dawn! an angel shrieked, and the moon disappeared. The end.
Which story do you want me to write? Please let me know, Meegan.
Your unfriendly friendy friend,
bulll