The Perfect Day

Beethoven basked in the sunlight, absorbing its energy, along with the other blades of grass on the lawn. 

“Today’s beautiful, isn’t it?” his friend Larry said.

“It sure is,” Beethoven replied. “It’s the perfect day. Nothing could make it any better.”

Suddenly, there was a strange sound. Vroom, Vroom!

“What was that?” Beethoven asked. “Thunder? Is it going to rain?”

“No. The sun’s still out and there are no clouds in the sky.” Then Larry began to tremble in fear. “Oh, no.”

“‘Oh no’ what?”

“It’s here.”

“What’s here?!”

The other blades of grass began to panic. 

“The end is nigh!” said one blade of grass.

Vroom, vroom!

“Run for your lives!” shouted another blade of grass.

“We can’t, we’re rooted to the ground!” said another.

VROOOOM!

The blades of grass screamed and shouted. 

Then, Beethoven saw something in the distance. It was big and red and noisy, and it was coming right for them!

“What is that!?” Beethoven exclaimed. 

“It’s The Shredder Beast!” Larry cried.

Beethoven and Larry watched in horror as The Shredder Beast devoured their friends, chopped them up into tiny pieces, and sent their remnants flying into the air. It was merciless. The Shredder Beast came closer and closer.

“Goodbye, Beethoven!” Larry cried over the noise of The Shredder Beast’s growls. “It was nice knowing you!”

The Shredder’s shadow loomed over them, the noise became deafening, and Beethoven saw the swirling teeth dicing up his friends as it came right at him. 

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Jacob turned off the lawnmower and got off it. He looked at the green, freshly cut lawn with satisfaction. It was perfect. He took a deep breath and exhaled. What a perfect day.