Ame
Fledgling Freddie
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Hope you like it. Yes I know the main concept has been stolen, but I changed it to give a more dramatic feel which I think can help you give a real understanding to the psychology to the characters, and really increases the climax of the ending. Enjoy.
Once apon a time in the early 17th century there was a small orphoned peasent who had a balloon which was given to him by his late uncle as a dying wish which was conjured into existance for the purpose of my story, and this and nothing more.
One dark autumn day he lost the balloon in a series of tornados, thunderstorms and very very bad sneeze fits from his orphoned sister who had some very bad form of influenza!
He ventured far and wide in search for his only companion - the balloon.
Was it behind the retarded rhino? He took a quick glance. No.
Was it in the crocodiles mouth? He asked an adult for help, like if he was using a pair of scissors to cut something, which states that you need an adult to help you to cut the something mentioned. The adult opened the tame crocodiles mouth, and noticed in the dark cavernous depths, the non-existance of the balloon. Nope it wasn't there.
Was it behind the giraffe? Once again the adventerous child ran around the murderous giraffe and saw no sign of his belloved balloon. No it wasn't there either.
Was it in the evil tigers lair? The details of this expedition into the evil tigers lair is too graphic and gory to mention, and you are not allowed to know until the age of 75 the full details. In short: itt wasn't there either!
In failure, he decided to give up, when miracously he spotted a monkey playing games in a tree. He looked up the tree, and oh look! The monkey has it up the tree.
They all drank lemonade and lived happily ever after.
The end.
Once apon a time in the early 17th century there was a small orphoned peasent who had a balloon which was given to him by his late uncle as a dying wish which was conjured into existance for the purpose of my story, and this and nothing more.
One dark autumn day he lost the balloon in a series of tornados, thunderstorms and very very bad sneeze fits from his orphoned sister who had some very bad form of influenza!
He ventured far and wide in search for his only companion - the balloon.
Was it behind the retarded rhino? He took a quick glance. No.
Was it in the crocodiles mouth? He asked an adult for help, like if he was using a pair of scissors to cut something, which states that you need an adult to help you to cut the something mentioned. The adult opened the tame crocodiles mouth, and noticed in the dark cavernous depths, the non-existance of the balloon. Nope it wasn't there.
Was it behind the giraffe? Once again the adventerous child ran around the murderous giraffe and saw no sign of his belloved balloon. No it wasn't there either.
Was it in the evil tigers lair? The details of this expedition into the evil tigers lair is too graphic and gory to mention, and you are not allowed to know until the age of 75 the full details. In short: itt wasn't there either!
In failure, he decided to give up, when miracously he spotted a monkey playing games in a tree. He looked up the tree, and oh look! The monkey has it up the tree.
They all drank lemonade and lived happily ever after.
The end.
