A brown object dashes across the floor toward the refrigerator. It stops at the edge and turns out to be a mouse. I will name him squishy. Squishy is always trying to get food from around the house but a gray and white cat tries to stop his. The cat shall be named Captain Jillian Morgenstern the 2 ½.
Following behind squishy, Captain is so exuberant that the mouse is attracted by the delicious food, but he will be the Captain’s food. Someone is also hungry, hungry like a wolf, a strong eagle whose name is Hunter. Hunter is flying around the refrigerator, he wonders who will be his food?
Frantically Hunter searched the large room for food with his hawk like eyes, starving his tummy bubbling like a witches cauldron, Hunter knew he would not be able to go on much longer with out food, when all of the sudden the wall and the far room of the house explode like diahrrea flows from a childs bottom, with smoke and dust, bricks flying everywhere, wooden beams sored though the air taking out the cat Captain Jillian Morgenstern the 2 ½, crashing through the window as the smoke clears I saw nothing but sand, dirt and dust. Where was squishy!! I can not find him anywhere "Squishy where are you" I yell. I search under ply wood, broken chairs and collapsed tables. Finally I find him, as I lift up a tarnished piece of furniture my brown little object was lifeless. I pick up squishy and rock him back and forth in my arms. I had nothing else to live for, I could no longer live in this warn down home. A cowboy that is my new future. I would head west for the country!
To Spain! I will live in a house that I carve out of a Pineapple. I will have a best friend named Patrick who lives under a rock, and another friend who is a squirrel. I hope to get a job at the Krusty Krab as a fry cook. Wait, nevermind. I’m pretty sure that’s just the premise of the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants. That would never work. Also what squirrel would move to the Spanish countryside. A pineapple for a house would never work. It would rot away in like a week. Then I would be exactly where I started, homeless with nothing and no one. I hate my life. I dream so big but I never gety anywhere because its so unrealistic.
Frantically Hunter searched the large room for food with his hawk like eyes, starving his tummy bubbling like a witches cauldron, Hunter knew he would not be able to go on much longer with out food, when all of the sudden the wall and the far room of the house explode like diahrrea flows from a childs bottom, with smoke and dust, bricks flying everywhere, wooden beams sored though the air taking out the cat Captain Jillian Morgenstern the 2 ½, crashing through the window as the smoke clears I saw nothing but sand, dirt and dust. Where was squishy!! I can not find him anywhere "Squishy where are you" I yell. I search under ply wood, broken chairs and collapsed tables. Finally I find him, as I lift up a tarnished piece of furniture my brown little object was lifeless. I pick up squishy and rock him back and forth in my arms. I had nothing else to live for, I could no longer live in this warn down home. A cowboy that is my new future. I would head west for the country!
To Spain! I will live in a house that I carve out of a Pineapple. I will have a best friend named Patrick who lives under a rock, and another friend who is a squirrel. I hope to get a job at the Krusty Krab as a fry cook. Wait, nevermind. I’m pretty sure that’s just the premise of the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants. That would never work. Also what squirrel would move to the Spanish countryside. A pineapple for a house would never work. It would rot away in like a week. Then I would be exactly where I started, homeless with nothing and no one. I hate my life. I dream so big but I never gety anywhere because its so unrealistic.
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