Ever since I can remember the people of Italy have always asked me “where are those golden eggs”. I have always told them “ that I did not know what they were talking about”, but all of this would change. One day during the 1950’s, I had stumbled over a box of rusty old news paper in my attic. They had never come to my concern, so I picked the box up, and walked back down the ladder, and there was the news paper that changed my life. The news paper read Havoc in Italy, Giant Steals Ted Smiths Golden Goose. That moment the world stopped, because Ted Smith was my great great grandfather. So I launched that paper back up to the attic, and at that moment I heard the crack. I walked up the ladder and that was when my eyes fell out of my head, there sat the golden eggs. I snatched up that paper and read that article faster then a
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I squeezed right past the doors, and I saw my great great grandfathers golden goose. It was on some type of podium, so I walked up the stairs, every little crack noise I made walking, up the hard wood floor scared me to death. I finally reached that goose pulled it off the podium, but before I could leave the crank of the biggest gate opened. That giant arose and said “ who awakes me”. He spun around and stared down, at me with his one eye, like a deer in a head light. He said “ and who might you be” I said “ I am the great great grandson of Ted Smith”. Well I tried to hurry up and run down the stairs, but he cut me off and I looked up at that ugly skyscraper and said “ this goose belongs to my family”. So he picked me up and we went into is cave. The adrenaline was pumping throughout my whole body. So we sat down and talked for a while, and he shared some information with me that I was not aware of. He said that “ one day when he was playing his harp this young boy came to his fortress and stole his golden goose. So I thought in my head “ that young boy was great great grandpa
I squeezed right past the doors, and I saw my great great grandfathers golden goose. It was on some type of podium, so I walked up the stairs, every little crack noise I made walking, up the hard wood floor scared me to death. I finally reached that goose pulled it off the podium, but before I could leave the crank of the biggest gate opened. That giant arose and said “ who awakes me”. He spun around and stared down, at me with his one eye, like a deer in a head light. He said “ and who might you be” I said “ I am the great great grandson of Ted Smith”. Well I tried to hurry up and run down the stairs, but he cut me off and I looked up at that ugly skyscraper and said “ this goose belongs to my family”. So he picked me up and we went into is cave. The adrenaline was pumping throughout my whole body. So we sat down and talked for a while, and he shared some information with me that I was not aware of. He said that “ one day when he was playing his harp this young boy came to his fortress and stole his golden goose. So I thought in my head “ that young boy was great great grandpa