An actual paper I turned into my teacher
Yo, Wickedy Wack.
By: Amelia Hansen ”In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit” Susan Fluttermire read aloud to the children of Bakorkonia, which was a tiny village on the side of a great mountain. The town was small and everyone knew each other. You couldn’t go into town without running into at least 7 people you knew and meeting 4 others. Susan Fluttermire was the care taker of the children of the town, 9 in total children were under her care.
The town witch lived on the outskirts of town, in a small rundown cottage. She hated parties and loud noises, and unfortunately for her, there was a massive celebration going on. You have to understand something, the witch was very old and weak, but her voice was as sharp as knives. When she would yell, it would stab your ears like daggers into a moist fruit cake. Her back was so hunched, from the side she looked like a question mark with out the dot. Needless to say, she was not a very understanding woman.
The reason the village was partying was because the dragon Saphira had finally fallen asleep. The peasants figured out that the constant sound of music and laughing calmed the dragon and soon Saphira found it easy to rest. Saphira was an odd dragon to live in Narnia, her cave was just above the village on the mountain side, and she has a debilitating fear of old people. Metha, the town witch thought to herself “All old people such as myself are reasonable and sensible. I will make everyone old with a potion, yo wickedy wack. Ugh, these young kids’ speech problems are contagious,” she stormed into her poop shed to make a potion. Susan closed the book, and stared at the children, when suddenly they all started coughing uncontrollably. Everyone’s skin started to curdle like milk, their eyes became puffy and saggy like apple bottom jeans. And they had the boots with the fur…’the fur’ whispered Susan. She was so shocked she never noticed she, herself, was growing old.
Saphira awoke to the sound of nothing. No more parties, no more songs or screeches from happy children. Nothing but, complete and utter silence. Saphira didn’t like this, she had finally been able to sleep a solid four days without interruption because of the partying. What would she do now? Saphira decided to investigate. “내 엉덩이를 만지지” she screeched as she rolled out from her cave, “I AM COMING MY BABIES,”
“If I was your boyfriend I’d never let you go,” she muttered as she finally reached the bottom of the mountain where the village’s edge began, “swaggy”. Saphira walked around the village nervously, until she came across the first old person. She screeched “THE FUR!” and tromped away, in a dragonish manner. Saphira went to Susan’s house, she was rather fond of Susan. Susan would walk up the mountain and read fanfictions to her late into the night.
It would be useless to say she was surprised to find Susan aged and lying on the ground. Saphira let out another screech “SO CALL ME MAYBE” and she busted her head through the window of Susan’s house. “Paper cranes,” she grunted as she sniffed the body and said “Hmm, firm” as she squinted. There was only one way to reverse the spell, and Saphira knew what to do. She tromped back to the outskirts of town where Metha lived. “My kokoro…UNLOCK!” Saphira said whimsically. She began her magical girl transformation into a lovely crime fighter named Sailor Moon. She busted down Metha’s poop shed, destroyed all the ingredients with her fire breathing powers, and then burned Metha to death with her magical heart sparkles. The spell was reversed and the village went back to partying, and Saphira rested her head down to sleep one more time.