One snowy
day, our clan went hiking along the Rexburg River. Like all boy scout hikers,
we were ready for any emergency. In our backpacks, we carried knifes, guns, and
one gernade, a holy hand gernade.
As we
walked along the trail, Casey noticed a(n) suspicious footprint. “Do you think
a(n) bear made these tracks?” Casey asked.
“No,
but let's follow them anyway,” suggested Travis.
We walked
for hours. Then I screamed, “HOLY COMMOLIES! I think I see a huge fat bear.”
“SNACK
TIME!” we heard someone say. It was Mrs. Baker.
“Mrs.
Baker!” we screamed. “We thought you were a huge fat bear!”
“Do I
look like a huge fat bear? Well, as long as you're all here, you can help me
look for more students to eat. There are lots of them here along the Rexburg
River. We can take them back to my cabin and cook them in my oven.”
“What's
the plan Stan?!!”
We
stuffed her into her own oven and the world was saved from one evil, horrible,
first grade teacher!... Travis is some how to blame for everything!
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