Goldilocks and The Three Bears
Today has been horrible. First my parents forced me to pick some flowers in these woods and then I find out that Justin Bieber is really 16 years old. I have always thought he was my age, way to ruin a little seven year olds dream, Justin. Where are these flowers anyways? My parents didn’t even tell me what kind to get. I think I’ll wander in the woods to spare some time, and pick up some dandelions on my way back.
Wow, a house! Why would there be a house this deep in the forest? Something smells really good. It seems to be coming from the house. I’m so hungry, I have to go in. The house surprisingly is nicer than the ones back in the village. Who would’ve thought that a house in the woods was better than a mansion in the village? The smell is coming from a table in the kitchen. On it were plates full of all kinds of shrimp. Let’s start with the fried shrimp. Not bad, but Mario Batali makes them better. What next, how about the jumbo shrimp. Woa, those are way too big, the people that live here must be pretty big. Ahhh, the shrimp gumbo, Bubba Gump got nuthin’ on this gumbo. That has to be the best gumbo I’ve ever had in my life.
All this walking has made my feet tired. Hey, there are some chairs in the next room. All of the chairs have some sort of picture on them. The Fat Albert one looks comfy enough. Ugh, this is so uncomfortable, it’s so big. Even Fat Albert would feel small in this chair. Next…..ugh, Justin Bieber I think I’ll leave that one alone. OH MY GOD, A SPONGEBOB CHAIR! This is so comfortable; I wish I had one of these in my room. CRASH. Ooops, I think I ripped his pants. What should I do, I ruined it. Better yet, what would Obama do? I’ll just pick it up on the way out whoever lives here probably won’t notice.
Now that my feet are rested, I think I’ll take a nap and rest the rest of my body. This bedroom is pretty big. Which bed should I sleep in? This one is large with honey colored sheets that one is small with stars, and the third one seems average and it has pink sheets. I love pink!
What, what, what was that? Where is that noise coming from? I hear mumbling. Oh no, the owners have come home and they realized I ate their shrimp dinner along with seeing Spongebob’s ripped pants. Maybe they won’t come up here.
“Where is my shrimp gumbo” a feminine voice said.
“My chair is broken, see Spongebob’s pants are ripped” another said innocently.
“What was that upstairs, I think something or someone is up there. We should look” said a more masculine voice.
I have to get out of here, they could capture me, maybe even eat me. I can’t go down stairs, so I guess my other option is the window. I hear them coming I better hurry up and get out of here.
“It’s a little girl! What? There’s no way she could’ve eaten all that food” said the masculine one.
“Daddy, since she ate our food, ripped Spongebob’s pants, and slept in our beds can we eat her?” The little one said.
“Well I am hungry, let’s get her.” The masculine one said.
Ahhhh bears! Weeeeee I’m flying! Ouch, that hurt. I didn’t realize the window was so high up. I’m never coming back here again! Now where are those flowers?
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