Onsce upan a time ,
there was a mummy and
Poppa who were going to get a babie .
The doctar did like the babie wery much .
But the little squirt sent a trail of yellow water
(a bad word I cannot say) write in the doctars face and it knew lots of kung foo .
It flew up in the air and did som tricks . The doctar fainted , and then died .
The same happened to the parents .
The babie was left alone ! It sadly waked to thier grave. It cried and cried on the grave until it died . T h e E n d
there was a mummy and
Poppa who were going to get a babie .
The doctar did like the babie wery much .
But the little squirt sent a trail of yellow water
(a bad word I cannot say) write in the doctars face and it knew lots of kung foo .
It flew up in the air and did som tricks . The doctar fainted , and then died .
The same happened to the parents .
The babie was left alone ! It sadly waked to thier grave. It cried and cried on the grave until it died . T h e E n d
3 comments:
this is Ian you should write
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I SHOULD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a very dying and sad and wierd story...i purposely made spelling errors
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