Hanging on the taunting tree the spike balls widly wave in the chilly wind.Swaying back and forward they try to escape the trees grasp.Jealousy fulls the me as I see the kids play.As I plot my scheme i find a flaw i need to get out of this tree.Wiggling furously I finally escape.
Grimy feet innocently stomp on me.Blood pours out like a volcano.Complaints full the office.After a few hours we hear a noise.This isn’t good…
Slowly a giant heads towards us on a humongous vehicle.Painted orange from my brother's blood. With razor sharp blades, my friends get mutilated.One after another.It is over.
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