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The Jar of Ink
Book 1: The rock and the Jar of Lollies
There once was a a small orange  car with blue windows, it was driving along someone's face.
One day, while the car was zoomi-loomin' on the person's face, a rock knocked it over.
“Oh no!” Gasped the rock
“Uh oh!” Exclaimed the car
“Dearie me!” Vociferated the jar of lollies.
Where did the jar of lollies come from?
Nobody knows. All they know is that notepads have lines on them!
The End :).
PJ
Book 2: The Orange car and the blue vase
“Why is there a yellow slide?” I pondered out loud to my dog.
“So the buttercups can stick their photos on it” He answered, flicking away his freckles.
One of them landed on me, and I stuck it to the orange car with blue windows that was vroom vrooming around on my face.
The vase came over and sat down on this bench that had conveniently appeared behind her.
“Hello vase! I like your blue!” I Squawked.
“Thank you very much, my sweet, sweet pumpkin pie.” The vase whooped back to me. “I believe you have an essay in your hair.”
“Why, I do actually.” I aforementioned.
The End.
PJ
Book 3: The Vase and the Green Highlighter
“Ping ping!” Caterwauled the green highlighter
“It’s gonna be lit fam” Blared the backwards cap
But the chair was on the ceiling.
OH NO!
What a shame.
This means that it is NOT going to be lit fam.
Everybody is crying now.
This is a sad day for Kim Kardashian.
Not lit.
Not fam.
No nothing.
No Blue vase.
She died two minutes ago.
No orange car, he went on holiday to the leftover Countdown trolley.
Goodbye.
No dog either.
Where did he go?
Not here!
Jar of lollies?
AH
No.
Not anywhere anymore anyhow anytime.
The End
PJ
Goat Stories
Book one: The inconveniently planted roses
I was walking down the road when I saw a goat eating roses that were inconveniently planted in the middle of the road.
“Go away you old goat!” I yell.
I was wondering what sort of munter planted the roses there and what sort of meat axe left their goat to wander around and chew on inconveniently planted roses, when there was a loud bang. I look down to see the goat lying next to the roses with blood coming out the side of its head. I turn around and there is a man holding a gun.
The end!
Book two: The return of the munter
There once was a cow named Larry who was on his way to a party. I was watching Larry trot past through my binoculars when a strange man who looked oddly familiar started stalking him. Then I recognised the man! It was the same munter guy who eliminated the goat who was eating the inconveniently planted roses! I crept up to him as stealthily as a fox and screamed
"BOO!!!"
Right into his ear. He yelled out in surprise and dropped his badly concealed gun. Then he ran off. He was probably embarrassed. I walked home feeling proud of myself for saving Larry's life. But then I realised that having a name like Larry was a crime, so I picked up the munter guys gun and shot Larry myself.
The end!
Book three: Inky Pinky ponkey, there's a dead donkey...
The was an old woman who swallowed a fly and she died. That old woman was my next door neighbour. This new family and a donkey moved into her house five minutes after she died. They asked me if I knew why she swallowed the fly. I asked them to swallow some flies. I really don't like my new neighbours because they remind me of the munter guy who eliminated the goat who was eating the inconveniently planted roses and who was stalking Larry the cow until I made him jump. They had the same munty sort of face. Then I realised that one of my new neighbours was the munter guy! I decided to get revenge on them. I used the same binoculars that I used to watch Larry the cow to spy on the donkey through a hole in the fence. I took the kitchen knife out of my pocket and aimed at the donkey. I was about to throw it when the donkey swallowed one of the flies that was buzzing around its tail. It immediately died. I celebrated in my room by eating some Easter eggs. The munter guy and his family moved house the next day because they were scared of the flies.
The end!
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