The Boy

I was at the park with my best friend Lizzy.  Lizzy was eating.  She offered me food but I couldn’t eat something so I refused to eat.  Then I heard a sound coming from under the treasure chest on the park playground.  I quickly ran and opened the box. 

                “Thank you so much for getting me out,” said a boy.

                “No problem but who are you and how did you end up here?” I asked.

                “I am Timmy.  My mother and father threw me in this treasure chest when I was sleeping.  You see, my parents do not like me.  I have nowhere to go,” said Timmy.

                I quickly grabbed Timmy by the arm and took him home.  I told my parents about Timmy and what happen to him.  After a lot of thinking my parents sent Timmy to a foster place for him to stay with nice people who love him.  After that Timmy got an amazing foster family and lived happily. 

The Red Slime 

            I was walking home when I saw some sort of dark red slime.  Curiosity got the best of me and I went to go check it out.  The slime dripped through the bark of the tree and landed on my shirt.  It took me a second to realize that the slime was not slime.  It was blood; I freaked out.  I quickly phoned the cops.

After a lot of confusion, the police showed up ten minutes later. A lot of time had passed and I was beginning to panic again. But finally, the police officers explained to me what I did not understand. “This is no blood.  It’s very dark maple syrup.”  My face was turning red.  I had never felt that embarrassed in my life.