Jaey Cho 1/03/08
The BRAIN
It was a day when the moon would shimmer like the chariot of Artemus. My brother, Kevin, and I were playing VICE CITY, when suddenly my brother goes “AAAA OUCH”. Kevin blamed it on me but I was innocent. When we got over the very long argument, there was Mr. T., my pet hermit crab, crawling on my bother’s toe! It was scarier than a man-eating chipmunk. How had he gotten out of his tank? So we went to Plan “A” – videotaping Mr. T. But my brother forgot to press the “record” button. Mr. T. was lucky, but he will never be lucky with Plan “B” – seal the cage with terrifying string of black camouflaged in the dark yarn.
When I came from school Mr. T. had cut the piece of yarn in half, and had escaped, out of the cage. I was on a mission! I searched under the sofa bed, and any small dark place that I could find. Hermit crabs like dark places. Suddenly I heard a clicking noise in my living room. When I arrived Mr. T.’s shell was empty! I was too late. Mr. T. was vaporized. I was crying so much that a person could have taken a bath in my tears.
Just then, I felt a pinching on my back. It was him! I was so happy. But the tissue box was on the ground. It was just then, when I noticed that Mr. T was in the tissue box! First I got mad because Mr. T made me worry for nothing, but later I thought that it was ingenious of him to hide in the tissue box.
Later I thought of selling Mr. T. to scientists to study my smart hermit crab brain. After all he did use his brain to run off. But come to think of it, I would miss the fun entertainment that he gave the past few days. So I wouldn’t sell him. But I could have made easy money!
The BRAIN
It was a day when the moon would shimmer like the chariot of Artemus. My brother, Kevin, and I were playing VICE CITY, when suddenly my brother goes “AAAA OUCH”. Kevin blamed it on me but I was innocent. When we got over the very long argument, there was Mr. T., my pet hermit crab, crawling on my bother’s toe! It was scarier than a man-eating chipmunk. How had he gotten out of his tank? So we went to Plan “A” – videotaping Mr. T. But my brother forgot to press the “record” button. Mr. T. was lucky, but he will never be lucky with Plan “B” – seal the cage with terrifying string of black camouflaged in the dark yarn.
When I came from school Mr. T. had cut the piece of yarn in half, and had escaped, out of the cage. I was on a mission! I searched under the sofa bed, and any small dark place that I could find. Hermit crabs like dark places. Suddenly I heard a clicking noise in my living room. When I arrived Mr. T.’s shell was empty! I was too late. Mr. T. was vaporized. I was crying so much that a person could have taken a bath in my tears.
Just then, I felt a pinching on my back. It was him! I was so happy. But the tissue box was on the ground. It was just then, when I noticed that Mr. T was in the tissue box! First I got mad because Mr. T made me worry for nothing, but later I thought that it was ingenious of him to hide in the tissue box.
Later I thought of selling Mr. T. to scientists to study my smart hermit crab brain. After all he did use his brain to run off. But come to think of it, I would miss the fun entertainment that he gave the past few days. So I wouldn’t sell him. But I could have made easy money!
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