It was a stormy day… The wind was whistling and howling like a wolf. I sat pouty face, bored brained in the pitch black except for a candle looking at the rain splattered window. I was home alone and the storm gods were throwing a major hissy fit! Shiver creep up my spine like a snake and the butterflies in my tummy! Don’t get started. Where is Mum? I think to myself. I sneeze but even though me being home alone someone said bless you…
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Inside Mrs Pratchett's filthy, grey, breakfast covered apron pocket there was a jungle... For one there was a horrifying smell that killed some of the dead cockroaches and mice inside there! Old rotten lollies, dirty socks, some spare change but the worse thing inside that filthy apron was… A grotty, wooden spoon that must have been as old as her! She used it to whack little boys knuckles if she caught them stealing a lollie out of a jar that they hadn't paid for! They little boys would shriek in fear “ Please Mrs Pratchett I was only tasting it to see if I liked it! Then I would have paid for it. Please don’t!”
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Weeeeeeeeeee! Thump… We land on the power line. “Hooray, we’re free! “
we signal happily to each other. “ Finally away from that octopus killer, terrible smelling scum bag!” Feeling victorious, my senses were telling me something is wrong. Now I can smell it… I look left, right, forwards, backward, up and then I look down… ‘Crikey!’ All of my tentacles are burning and sizzling like stake from the power lines! “ What am I going to do? I thought I was free from death for a little while longer!” I whine, whilst crying and burning. Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle. I’m gone...
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