Some of my stuffed animals are smart, some are funny, some are crazy, and some are DANGEROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I found that out the hard way. Okay, remember yesterday? When I blamed Black for stealing money? And then I was just finishing my post when something grabbed me! And thus, my story begins.
So something grabbed me but it wasn't very strong so it couldn't pull me down. It finally let go and I wrote the finishing touches to my blog telling you all that he got me. Well, after I had finished pressing the publish button, my chair tipped over suddenly and I crashed to the floor. Something grabbed my hair and dragged me towards my closet! How could something be that strong? I thought.
So the thing dragged me into the closet with the lights out. The thing shut the door and I found myself sitting on something very squishy. A tiny flame appeared, lighting up, dramatic pause, TONY ROMEO'S FACE! It was so freaky! I mean, if you were being dragged into a closet by something unknown, and then you see a one-eyed lemur's face, it scares you so much that you stop breathing for a few seconds!
Well, Tony Romeo, I would say is one of my most dangerous stuffed animals (Bob the Monkey is the only one that competes), and he is also the craziest. He had dragged me into dark closet supposedly alone with him, and I felt that did not mean good things. Here is what he told me.
"Disaster will strike!" he screamed. Yes, he screamed. Still, nobody seemed to hear him, and I was still in a dark closet sitting on something squishy with Tony Romeo. But after he said that, he opened the door and walked out. The light from outside showed that I was sitting on stuffing. Had he murdered someone in here?! So I got up, changed my pants (so I wouldn't get disease from the stuffing), and that was that. Here I am, writing my blog and telling you what happened to me. But I am not telling you what will happen to my stuffed animal kingdom, for I do not know. But I know one thing and that is, when Tony Romeo says something, that probably means it going to happen.
(Tony Romeo went into hiding and I can't find him, and I don't want to do anything to make him angry, so no picture of him. And why would you want a picture of me? So that is why, no picture at all)
So something grabbed me but it wasn't very strong so it couldn't pull me down. It finally let go and I wrote the finishing touches to my blog telling you all that he got me. Well, after I had finished pressing the publish button, my chair tipped over suddenly and I crashed to the floor. Something grabbed my hair and dragged me towards my closet! How could something be that strong? I thought.
So the thing dragged me into the closet with the lights out. The thing shut the door and I found myself sitting on something very squishy. A tiny flame appeared, lighting up, dramatic pause, TONY ROMEO'S FACE! It was so freaky! I mean, if you were being dragged into a closet by something unknown, and then you see a one-eyed lemur's face, it scares you so much that you stop breathing for a few seconds!
Well, Tony Romeo, I would say is one of my most dangerous stuffed animals (Bob the Monkey is the only one that competes), and he is also the craziest. He had dragged me into dark closet supposedly alone with him, and I felt that did not mean good things. Here is what he told me.
"Disaster will strike!" he screamed. Yes, he screamed. Still, nobody seemed to hear him, and I was still in a dark closet sitting on something squishy with Tony Romeo. But after he said that, he opened the door and walked out. The light from outside showed that I was sitting on stuffing. Had he murdered someone in here?! So I got up, changed my pants (so I wouldn't get disease from the stuffing), and that was that. Here I am, writing my blog and telling you what happened to me. But I am not telling you what will happen to my stuffed animal kingdom, for I do not know. But I know one thing and that is, when Tony Romeo says something, that probably means it going to happen.
(Tony Romeo went into hiding and I can't find him, and I don't want to do anything to make him angry, so no picture of him. And why would you want a picture of me? So that is why, no picture at all)
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