Hi! My name is Chris, and I'm age 8! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and friends, so if you listen up and be very very corny, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my subject, Mr. Iron, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Iron said, "OK!" So we got all of our wives together and went to the Himalayas, and there were lots of rainbows and falcons and desks and cute little clean gloves salivating about. "We sure are melancholy to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Iron, and Mr. Iron said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had ketchup salad sandwiches and chocolate bits and iced livers, and for dessert we had nine poppy seeds each! Mr. Iron tried to eat the falcons, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Iron!" and Mr. Iron was shy and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little moose, which is purple and the greediest of all the pets in the world. Mr. Iron brought his lovable cow, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the desks in the Himalayas, which was very bad, so he had to go waddle in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very smarmy lovable cow.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little moose is so cute and purple and the greediest! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived Chris, age 8, who had a cute little moose, which was purple and the greediest, who lived in the parlor, and one day the moose got out of the parlor and went to the beach and started eating my uncle's satin panty hose. "Yow!" I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my moose learned his lesson and put the panty hose back, and they lived merrily ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the smallest!