The End by Kirsten

This is the end. I hate casserole, well who doesn't, with the spicy sauce and the gooey sausages. Errh! It makes me shiver to think about it. Well I come walking through the front door of my house, all happy and jolly as I had just won a bottle of wine in a raffle when I smell sausage casserole. See if this smell had been pizza I would have been so happy but is wasn't pizza so I was so unhappy. The worst thing was I had to eat it! How mean was that! Well, I would be there for a long time! 

To be continued...