Some time in the near future in a land not fare away, there lived a scrawny boy named George about as old as you or me (provided you are 11 ish.”George come eat breakfast” “Yes mother” But when he looked behind himself he saw something truly horrifying “MUMMMMMMM! he screamed so loud that the walls on the house actually shook causing some plaster to fall of the ceiling.” What’s your problem””There’s a a a dead person””A what” yelled his mother “A dead person you know no longer living kicked the bucket””seriously George if you are kidding your in big trouble”
Thomas, I really enjoyed the humour in this piece.