Post by Nedward Underhill on Nov 17, 2008 23:58:36 GMT -6
Every week, a terrible monster comes to our house. It is the laundry.
It sneaks into the house in little tiny pieces and sits in the corner of my parents' bedroom. I don't know what it eats, but it must eat alot because it's always growing. My dad is afraid of it. He wont even look at it, and he never goes near it. Sometimes I see my mom fighting with it. She pulls at it with her hands and kicks it with her feet, but it must be too strong for her, because it only gets bigger and bigger. Sometimes, late at night, I hear it moving. It has hundreds of arms and legs, but no head. It's a very strange creature.
One day, I asked my mom where my favorite shirt was. She said, "Oh, it's in the laundry." Suddenly I realized what the monster was eating. It was eating my clothes! I decided that somebody would have to teach that monster a lesson, and that somebody was me. Quietly, I snuck into my parents' bedroom. I crept along the floor to my parents bed and peeked over the edge. The monster was huge. It went almost up to the ceiling. Quickly, I sprang onto the bed and bounced myself right into the laundry monster. I grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, then I grabbed another. I kept grabbing and putting on clothes, faster and faster until, at last, the monster was gone.
There was only one problem. I couldn't move! I had become a big ball of clothes. My feet couldn't touch the ground! I couldn't move my arms! I started to yell for help. My mother & father came into the room and screamed, "AAAUGH! A monster has eaten our daughter! Call the police!"
500 police officers came to the house. They ran into the room shouting, "Halt, or we'll shoot!" I couldn't move, so I knew i would be safe. I heard my mother talking to the police. They said, "Be careful, it has hundreds of arms!" Then I heard her coming right up to me. My mother said, "Monster, why have you eaten our child?" I yelled in my loudest voice, "Mom, I'm OK! I'm alive in here!" When my mom heard me, she screamed, "Save my daughter!" Then there was a huge confusion. The 500 policemen ripped all the clothes into a million little pieces and left me sitting naked in the middle of the room.
Ever since that day, there has been no laundry monster in our house.
(Jan 10, 1996)
It sneaks into the house in little tiny pieces and sits in the corner of my parents' bedroom. I don't know what it eats, but it must eat alot because it's always growing. My dad is afraid of it. He wont even look at it, and he never goes near it. Sometimes I see my mom fighting with it. She pulls at it with her hands and kicks it with her feet, but it must be too strong for her, because it only gets bigger and bigger. Sometimes, late at night, I hear it moving. It has hundreds of arms and legs, but no head. It's a very strange creature.
One day, I asked my mom where my favorite shirt was. She said, "Oh, it's in the laundry." Suddenly I realized what the monster was eating. It was eating my clothes! I decided that somebody would have to teach that monster a lesson, and that somebody was me. Quietly, I snuck into my parents' bedroom. I crept along the floor to my parents bed and peeked over the edge. The monster was huge. It went almost up to the ceiling. Quickly, I sprang onto the bed and bounced myself right into the laundry monster. I grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, then I grabbed another. I kept grabbing and putting on clothes, faster and faster until, at last, the monster was gone.
There was only one problem. I couldn't move! I had become a big ball of clothes. My feet couldn't touch the ground! I couldn't move my arms! I started to yell for help. My mother & father came into the room and screamed, "AAAUGH! A monster has eaten our daughter! Call the police!"
500 police officers came to the house. They ran into the room shouting, "Halt, or we'll shoot!" I couldn't move, so I knew i would be safe. I heard my mother talking to the police. They said, "Be careful, it has hundreds of arms!" Then I heard her coming right up to me. My mother said, "Monster, why have you eaten our child?" I yelled in my loudest voice, "Mom, I'm OK! I'm alive in here!" When my mom heard me, she screamed, "Save my daughter!" Then there was a huge confusion. The 500 policemen ripped all the clothes into a million little pieces and left me sitting naked in the middle of the room.
Ever since that day, there has been no laundry monster in our house.
(Jan 10, 1996)