One Week
“Mom! Can I have Trumoo?”“Hmmmm.. Cows moo truthfully I guess”
“Mom! Caaaaaaaaaaaan I have ice cream!”
“ cream is not made of ice!”
“Psssh. Moms make no sense.”
“DID YOU JUST SAT I MAKE NO SENSE TIMMY!!!”
“YEAH MOM!”
YOU MUST DIE!”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!
BOOM BOOM BAM I DO TOO MAKE ALL SENSE, JUST LIKE COWS MAKE WATER BOTTLES!
HELLO TIMMY’S MOM! I AM AN ANT! PLEASE DO NOT STEP ON M-
squish
NOOOOO! MY CAVIER! NOOOOOOO!
BEEP BOOP
OK........... WELL TIMMY’S MOM I SEE YOU HAVE TEXTED ME: MEET ME @ YOUR HOUSE 2 NIGHT SOOOO...... SEE YA TONIGHT! BYE!
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by Jackson West
Once upon a time there was a sad, sad spoon. He was once very happy being eaten with and then lovingly washed. One day, he was thrown behind the stove, and no one had ever found him. Then a person came and picked up the stove. They found the spoon! The sad, sad spoon was nit sad anymore! He is a happy, happy spoon.