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I Have a Bad Sneeze

I have a bad sneeze It won’t go away. I have it every hour, I have it every day. I sneeze so loud The ground trembles and shakes. I sneeze so loud People think there are earthquakes. I sneeze so loud, People think I’m ill. They say “Take more vitamins Either gummies or pills.” Though I sneeze so loud The doctors would always say “You are perfectly healthy. Over time it will go away.” But that was a two years ago And my sneeze is still here I wait for the day it stops But it might not, I fear. I told one of my close friends About my horrible plight. He said, “I have an idea; Go see the woodland sprite.” “She might be able to help you, Get rid of that silly sneeze. Just go to the Frolicking Forest, From there, the cure will be a breeze.” I thought the whole thing silly. Surely he wasn’t serious. A woodland sprite in the forest? Surely, my friend was delirious! But my friend wasn’t joking, And said it was what I had to do. So I went to the Frolicking Forest To see if his advice was true. ...
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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. 

🚜🚜🚜

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. 


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