Friday 30 May 2014

…but where could I go… by Nico

Tumbling through the colourful jungle like a cheetah, I ran like mad thinking of vicious animals that could rip out my precious guts, suddenly a tiger leaped out of the brushy leaves I shouted, "Speak of the devil!" The tiger now had me on the floor laying there doing nothing useful at all, I was more useless than the annoying flies that whizz around in your bedroom like they own the place. I quickly rolled to the side and in a split second I was the one pouncing up, I ran to a corner and got bitten very, very, painfully, BUT WHERE COULD I GO?

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