I looked at the world with disgust. All of them, so ignorant. They were completely oblivious to the many little people who are doing the things that matter. Like painting the many flowers around the world. Waking the flowers up and weeding the weeds from the old sacred trees. All humanity does is pollute the air and throw landfill over their shoulder. Well, today, I’m going to become one of the little people and do something good for the earth. “Orina, Oruna, Fasilanta, Kakaka” Chanted my small friends. I felt myself shrinking. I stepped forward to paint my first flower.
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have you ever wounded that we haven't discovered a type of species well your right, i tried telling people about them but no one listened about THE TINY PEOPLE i new this day come the tiny people had enough! Every time you squashed an ant or stepped on one you killed tiny people to tiny people ants are horses and they love riding horses. They built a death flower that will kill us all sadly i was the first to suffer.
One day I was out to get a can opener when I saw ice coming from my house so I walked there we don"t run it"s not civilized.
When I got there all my stuff was gone it was the only things I had left from my recent holiday to Pluto. There was an elephant that lived on a plant next door to Pluto his name was dug. He started the motor in his space ship it moved towards the moose with a white glove on his hand, which flew off and landed on the ground. Wow, what a day. I was wearing my deceased Granny’s old wedding gloves when one fell off. The white glove lay on the ground, almost covered with mud, since it had landed in a puddle. “Oh no.” I exclaimed. It had only been 3 weeks and I had already broken my promise to Granny. I ran home, clasping the glove. I couldn’t wash the mud out of the glove without wrecking the delicate fabric. I sat on the sofa and cried big, fat tears. Suddenly, I realised that where my tears touched the glove the mud washed away. I started crying tears of joy.
It was school holidays and I was visiting my aunt. My aunt lives on a beach so I went and explored.
The beach was a mess. There were broken and burnt shopping trollies, also bits of old metal. I didn’t understand, the last time I was at this beach it was perfect. There were lots of people and the beach looked really nice. How did this happen? How did it get there? I really wanted to know. My aunt just said to me “ You do know that someone probably didn’t put it there it most likely washed up on the beach” My Granny has a special box in which she keeps her wedding gloves. But yesterday, I found the box on our doorstep. Inside the box there were the gloves and a note. “How did it end up here, it should be at Granny’s.” I thought. I began to read the note, hoping it would make sense.
Dear Cleo, if you are reading this I have sadly died. I entrust these gloves to you. I hope you will hold them in the way I did, Love Magenta. I started crying. I hugged the gloves to my chest. “I promise, Granny.” I cried. One day i was walking down the beach and i saw a bunch of wired things sticking out of the ocean and a random trolly on the beach so i went up to the wired things sticking out of the ocean and touched them a lot and then one open up i looked in side it and it was dark and scary so i went in it for fun. Something slimy grabbed me and killed me because i wasn't slimy. THE END (of the WORLD)
i was walking down Zhiquxiang when i saw a crowed of people around something so i flew above them and threw dragons at them then they moved away and there was a trolley i looked around but there was only a trolley so i moved the trolley and saw something under the trolley a hole so i flew down the hole and saw a land of trolley people they all stared at me and i stared at them then it all went black i was knocked out by pluto when i woke up i was in trolley prison for life.
Elena and I were just waking up
We decided to help with morning jobs! We went to walk Mabel. (not like thats a job!) Anyway we had breakfast and got out the door. While Mabel was taking her time walking we spotted a book. Not a special book or anything like that, just a book. We read the name and it read: for those who like to read. We just ignored it and a little later we saw a path of books! the names all read: for those who like to read! I had been walking along my cobbled garden path through my Granny’s farm when the path suddenly turned to books! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I followed the path of books for half an hour without it stopping. All the books were opened to the hundredth page. I was so busy looking at the books on the ground I wasn’t looking where I was going. I hid my head on a glass door that let you into a large building. I went in and found myself in a big hall. “Welcome to the land of dreams, Erise.” A voice said.
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