Friday, February 13, 2009. 1:05 a.m.:
Mr. Jones couldn’t sleep. The streak of bright moonlight slashed on his blanket like a knife. He got up to close the curtains when he heard a sickening squawk downstairs. Mr. Jones is a person who is nervous around weird things. He went downstairs to have a drink of milk. He poured the milk and the rich, creamy steam barely crawled up his nostrils before he saw something crawling under the rug. Mr. Jones didn’t pay any attention to it because he thought it must be a mouse or something. What he didn’t know was that what he would see later would be far more terrifying than a mouse.
Friday February 27, 4:51 a.m.:
Two weeks passed, and it happened. Mr Jones was doing his taxes early in the morning when he felt the chair wobble. Then, he saw the lump under the rug wandering about. He stood up abruptly and …show more content…
Jones looked at his living room, he found out that he had completely trashed the place. He was so shocked at what he had done to his living room that he didn’t see the egg run and bump into him. Mr. Jones hit his head on a table edge and he promptly fainted. The thing spent the whole night in the backyard.
Saturday, November 28, 5:04 a.m.:
Mr. Jones once owned a dog called Farley, but passed it had away. Now, the egg rolled through the doggie door into Mr. Jones’s house, stopping right next to Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones grabbed his umbrella and started beating the egg continuously. (Note to readers: If you want to get rid of something you don’t know, don’t make it angry, which was exactly what Mr. Jones was doing!)
After a long chase and run, the egg made Mr. Jones trip and fall. He landed in a garbage can and rolled outside. A few minutes later, the garbage truck accidentally took Mr. Jones away! The egg just roamed around Mr. Jones’s house, not knowing where it was going. At last, it bumped into a chair and the egg broke. It was not any kind of animal; for now, let’s call it a reptile.
Sunday November 29, 5:09
Mr. Jones couldn’t sleep. The streak of bright moonlight slashed on his blanket like a knife. He got up to close the curtains when he heard a sickening squawk downstairs. Mr. Jones is a person who is nervous around weird things. He went downstairs to have a drink of milk. He poured the milk and the rich, creamy steam barely crawled up his nostrils before he saw something crawling under the rug. Mr. Jones didn’t pay any attention to it because he thought it must be a mouse or something. What he didn’t know was that what he would see later would be far more terrifying than a mouse.
Friday February 27, 4:51 a.m.:
Two weeks passed, and it happened. Mr Jones was doing his taxes early in the morning when he felt the chair wobble. Then, he saw the lump under the rug wandering about. He stood up abruptly and …show more content…
Jones looked at his living room, he found out that he had completely trashed the place. He was so shocked at what he had done to his living room that he didn’t see the egg run and bump into him. Mr. Jones hit his head on a table edge and he promptly fainted. The thing spent the whole night in the backyard.
Saturday, November 28, 5:04 a.m.:
Mr. Jones once owned a dog called Farley, but passed it had away. Now, the egg rolled through the doggie door into Mr. Jones’s house, stopping right next to Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones grabbed his umbrella and started beating the egg continuously. (Note to readers: If you want to get rid of something you don’t know, don’t make it angry, which was exactly what Mr. Jones was doing!)
After a long chase and run, the egg made Mr. Jones trip and fall. He landed in a garbage can and rolled outside. A few minutes later, the garbage truck accidentally took Mr. Jones away! The egg just roamed around Mr. Jones’s house, not knowing where it was going. At last, it bumped into a chair and the egg broke. It was not any kind of animal; for now, let’s call it a reptile.
Sunday November 29, 5:09