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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Steve The Alfalfa
Author's note: This piece was done by Madison and myself, sentence by sentence. We got eight random words, made up a brief overview with them, and then started the story.
Words:
Bomb, Mustard, Arthritis, Bee, Reindeer, Morning tea, Label, Cane
Overview:
A reindeer with arthritis who is addicted to morning tea with mustard (it is labeled MIIIIINE) who lives in the land of candy canes. It is also inhabited by bees and is full of bombs.
Story:
Once upon a time a reindeer named Steve The Alfalfa sipped his Morning Tea with Mustard. It’s label reads MINE BARRELS. His home is a land of Candy Canes that barf rainbows. His hooves are shaky with arthritis caused by the bombs in the land. The bees like to sting him to make it harder for him to move.
Anyway, there Steve The Alfalfa sat under a candy tree with his morning tea and mustard, sipping away and adding the mustard to the steamy liquid. All of a sudden, BOOM!, a bomb went off close to Steve The Alfalfa. Even though the bombs were barely bigger than the bees, they hurt his hooves a whole lot. He exclaimed, “SON OF A BARREL!” and proceeded to pick up his top hat and monocle from the ground and pull candy cane twigs out of his old grey mustache. He brushed off his striped black-and-white tuxedo and stood up off of his picnic blanket, which was checked red and white. He picked up his picnic basket, which was full of morning tea and mustard, and folded the blanket inside of it when another bomb suddenly went off, knocking him over again and spilling his basket. Instead of standing up, Steve The Alfalfa flopped down on the ground and collected up his monocle to see. When he saw his morning tea and mustard all over the candy cane ground, he became furious and stood up to start eating candy cane trees whole. “Stupid bees! Knock over my stuffs and then expect to get away with it? I don’t think so!” Steve The Alfalfa immediately proceed to hobble over to the nearest bee hive and then take a candy cane tree and smash it and the bees inside to a pulp. He bent down and collected some of the honey, flicking the dead bees out of it and putting the golden liquid in a small jar. He then proceeded to collect the jar, his morning tea, his honey, and his picnic blanket and put it all neatly in his basket, his bout of rage forgotten.
The end
Words:
Bomb, Mustard, Arthritis, Bee, Reindeer, Morning tea, Label, Cane
Overview:
A reindeer with arthritis who is addicted to morning tea with mustard (it is labeled MIIIIINE) who lives in the land of candy canes. It is also inhabited by bees and is full of bombs.
Story:
Once upon a time a reindeer named Steve The Alfalfa sipped his Morning Tea with Mustard. It’s label reads MINE BARRELS. His home is a land of Candy Canes that barf rainbows. His hooves are shaky with arthritis caused by the bombs in the land. The bees like to sting him to make it harder for him to move.
Anyway, there Steve The Alfalfa sat under a candy tree with his morning tea and mustard, sipping away and adding the mustard to the steamy liquid. All of a sudden, BOOM!, a bomb went off close to Steve The Alfalfa. Even though the bombs were barely bigger than the bees, they hurt his hooves a whole lot. He exclaimed, “SON OF A BARREL!” and proceeded to pick up his top hat and monocle from the ground and pull candy cane twigs out of his old grey mustache. He brushed off his striped black-and-white tuxedo and stood up off of his picnic blanket, which was checked red and white. He picked up his picnic basket, which was full of morning tea and mustard, and folded the blanket inside of it when another bomb suddenly went off, knocking him over again and spilling his basket. Instead of standing up, Steve The Alfalfa flopped down on the ground and collected up his monocle to see. When he saw his morning tea and mustard all over the candy cane ground, he became furious and stood up to start eating candy cane trees whole. “Stupid bees! Knock over my stuffs and then expect to get away with it? I don’t think so!” Steve The Alfalfa immediately proceed to hobble over to the nearest bee hive and then take a candy cane tree and smash it and the bees inside to a pulp. He bent down and collected some of the honey, flicking the dead bees out of it and putting the golden liquid in a small jar. He then proceeded to collect the jar, his morning tea, his honey, and his picnic blanket and put it all neatly in his basket, his bout of rage forgotten.
The end
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