Post by Macca on Oct 3, 2008 13:18:29 GMT 10
MACCA WRITES TEH STORY 'BOUT TREES!!!!
Another Passer By
By Macca
There went another. I thought to myself, as I stood there, like aslways, slowly dancing to the gusts of the wind. There went another. One fo the small moving trees, that danced out of tune to the gusts of wind, the silly small movers, they could not dance at all. All their bark was different to mine, and different to by brother's and sister's too. Their bark was not brown, but orange. They had no leaves and had only 4 branches. But this time one came by, and he only had 3, two on the bottom and one in the middle. This Small Mover had something hard on its top, and the middle branch suddenly started roaring, like a wild beast it roared. Also like a wild beast it had teeth, sharp teeth that moved round and round. The Small Mover held the wild beast as it cut into me. Going deeper, deeper, deeper. And suddenly, I started to fall, I fell right next to my sister. That day the wild beast, held by the Small Mover, killed me. I was taken away, chopped up and scattered. Never to dance to the gust of the winds again.
End.
Another Passer By
By Macca
There went another. I thought to myself, as I stood there, like aslways, slowly dancing to the gusts of the wind. There went another. One fo the small moving trees, that danced out of tune to the gusts of wind, the silly small movers, they could not dance at all. All their bark was different to mine, and different to by brother's and sister's too. Their bark was not brown, but orange. They had no leaves and had only 4 branches. But this time one came by, and he only had 3, two on the bottom and one in the middle. This Small Mover had something hard on its top, and the middle branch suddenly started roaring, like a wild beast it roared. Also like a wild beast it had teeth, sharp teeth that moved round and round. The Small Mover held the wild beast as it cut into me. Going deeper, deeper, deeper. And suddenly, I started to fall, I fell right next to my sister. That day the wild beast, held by the Small Mover, killed me. I was taken away, chopped up and scattered. Never to dance to the gust of the winds again.
End.
