I had never been outside of Fairy Farm Land, but I'm pretty sure all the land outside of it was undiscovered. After all, there probably isn't any more than 500 people in the world.
I ran through the darkness until I saw the pink sign that read: "Welcome to Fairy Farm Land" and I stopped to admire it. I decided I should clean it before I left Fairy Farm Land for good.I did my perfect three minute wash and continued on my way.
It was two am snack time and I was starving. I ripped my miniature Ritz from my black backpack and slammed my backpack on the ground(carefully of course).
Unfortunately, when I gently slammed my backpack on the ground, my miniature Bigenator flew out of the opening in my backpack and it hit a black parrot.
I heard …show more content…
"No buts, I've been waiting for someone to move out for twenty years." Louis responded.
That explained his long, pale pink beard.
"Fine. You have no permission to touch my Betsy plant, she likes it whenever I walk her on Saturdays. She gets pretty vicious whenever I'm not around." I said, walking away.
It was 3am snack time, so I took my tiny Ritz crackers out of my backpack and stuffed a hundred into my mouth, after all they were tiny and smaller than bite size. That was all I had to eat since the chaotic day earlier.
I stepped through tall grass when I was completely out of Fairy Farm Land's town limits. My high tops became muddy and I about to turn around to go back to Fairy Farm Land when someone stopped. A tall, young man was lying in the tall grass, sipping something pink.
"Hey. What's up?" The person asked. He was wearing red sunglasses and his hair was as green as the grass.
"Don't ask me: 'What's up?' !" I shrieked.
People these days, they don't know how to talk to one another.
"Okay, then. How are you?" He replied.
"Don't ask me how I am." I yelled.
The guy stared at me curiously.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Forrest Gump. Just kidding, my name is Michael Clifford. What's your name?" Michael …show more content…
"Ooh! I love going places! Can I go with you?" Michael replied, packing up what seemed to be a small box. He shoved bottles full of colored liquids into the box, a comb, several hats, and a few rock band shirts into his box. He then snapped his fingers and a snowy owl dropped duct tape down from the sky. Michael taped up his orange box and attached blue straps to it. He then put it on his back, like a backpack.
"Sure." I
I ran through the darkness until I saw the pink sign that read: "Welcome to Fairy Farm Land" and I stopped to admire it. I decided I should clean it before I left Fairy Farm Land for good.I did my perfect three minute wash and continued on my way.
It was two am snack time and I was starving. I ripped my miniature Ritz from my black backpack and slammed my backpack on the ground(carefully of course).
Unfortunately, when I gently slammed my backpack on the ground, my miniature Bigenator flew out of the opening in my backpack and it hit a black parrot.
I heard …show more content…
"No buts, I've been waiting for someone to move out for twenty years." Louis responded.
That explained his long, pale pink beard.
"Fine. You have no permission to touch my Betsy plant, she likes it whenever I walk her on Saturdays. She gets pretty vicious whenever I'm not around." I said, walking away.
It was 3am snack time, so I took my tiny Ritz crackers out of my backpack and stuffed a hundred into my mouth, after all they were tiny and smaller than bite size. That was all I had to eat since the chaotic day earlier.
I stepped through tall grass when I was completely out of Fairy Farm Land's town limits. My high tops became muddy and I about to turn around to go back to Fairy Farm Land when someone stopped. A tall, young man was lying in the tall grass, sipping something pink.
"Hey. What's up?" The person asked. He was wearing red sunglasses and his hair was as green as the grass.
"Don't ask me: 'What's up?' !" I shrieked.
People these days, they don't know how to talk to one another.
"Okay, then. How are you?" He replied.
"Don't ask me how I am." I yelled.
The guy stared at me curiously.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Forrest Gump. Just kidding, my name is Michael Clifford. What's your name?" Michael …show more content…
"Ooh! I love going places! Can I go with you?" Michael replied, packing up what seemed to be a small box. He shoved bottles full of colored liquids into the box, a comb, several hats, and a few rock band shirts into his box. He then snapped his fingers and a snowy owl dropped duct tape down from the sky. Michael taped up his orange box and attached blue straps to it. He then put it on his back, like a backpack.
"Sure." I