May. 27, 2008
a porcupine named fluffy- a mad lib
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When Mr and Mrs porcupine had their first child, they were fat. Now he needed a name. Should the call him quinten? no spike was to common. Should they call him lance? no to abigail. Should they call him Needleroozer? No Needleroozer was to long. Prickles? Pokey? Quillian? then together they had an idea. 'lets call him big. it's such a small name Fluffy! But soon there came a time when Fluffy began to doubt that he was fluffy. He first became short when he backed into a door and stuck fast that was not a fluffy thing to do. He was even convinced when he accidentally run on his back and jump holes in the car. A vary unfluffy thing to do. When he tried to carry an bus he knew the truth without a doubt. Fluffy definetly wasn't. So he decided to become fluffiier. road are fluffy he thought. I'll be a horn.' But he couldn't stay up. I know horse are fluffy!'he said.'i'll be a pillow.'but when his mother spin on him,she was not pleased. He tried clean in a bubble bath for 12:11 minuets,but he did not become fluffy. he became soggy. He tried whipped cream. He put a little on each quill. It was not easy, and it took him more than half a day. But this did not make Fluffy.'They should have named me Gooey,'he sighed. He ate alot of fluffy marshmellows. He rolled in shaveing cream and feathers. He even tried to become a bunny. But truth remained. Fluffy wasn't. by Quinten |
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May. 27, 2008 - Quinten's story
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Posted by Anonymous May. 27, 2008 - Untitled Comment
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May. 27, 2008 - Great Job
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