Here is one I did from when I was in fourth or fifth grade:
Two days before Christmas, Santa had a nightmare. This is his dream. He was coming to my house. I was ready for him. He came down the chimney. I said to my friends hey you guys want to light up the chimney? They said yes. Santa was halfway down when I lighted the chimney. Then he screamed yeow! He climbed back up the chimney as fast as he could. Next he tried the window he opened it a crack then I shut it down on his fingers. Yeow, yeow, yeow, yeo-w! Next he tried the back door. He opened the door and stepped in. BOOM! Hammers. Nails. All kinds of tools fell on him. YEOW! OW! OW! OW! OW! He got out, then he tried the front door. He put his hand on the door knob. He opened the door then something like fire was on his hair. It was a fire distinguisher. Yeo-w! He got inside he fell down the stairs into the basement. The only thing there was there was a faucet, a toilet, a refrigerator, and a TV. Then without thinking he immediately turned on the faucet and put his head under the faucet. But it wasn't running. So the only thing he could do is put his head in the toilet. So he put his head in the toilet. Thanks heavens it was flushed, he thought. But the toilet had gasoline in it. The toilet blew up when he put his head up he saw through the mirror. He was bald.
THE END
My awesomely horribly hand-writing!
This is why I didn't become an artist. Also that whole "starving poor person" thing.
OK, share stories, too! I know some of you people have them. And I totally wanna see your handwriting and/or pictures back then.
Two days before Christmas, Santa had a nightmare. This is his dream. He was coming to my house. I was ready for him. He came down the chimney. I said to my friends hey you guys want to light up the chimney? They said yes. Santa was halfway down when I lighted the chimney. Then he screamed yeow! He climbed back up the chimney as fast as he could. Next he tried the window he opened it a crack then I shut it down on his fingers. Yeow, yeow, yeow, yeo-w! Next he tried the back door. He opened the door and stepped in. BOOM! Hammers. Nails. All kinds of tools fell on him. YEOW! OW! OW! OW! OW! He got out, then he tried the front door. He put his hand on the door knob. He opened the door then something like fire was on his hair. It was a fire distinguisher. Yeo-w! He got inside he fell down the stairs into the basement. The only thing there was there was a faucet, a toilet, a refrigerator, and a TV. Then without thinking he immediately turned on the faucet and put his head under the faucet. But it wasn't running. So the only thing he could do is put his head in the toilet. So he put his head in the toilet. Thanks heavens it was flushed, he thought. But the toilet had gasoline in it. The toilet blew up when he put his head up he saw through the mirror. He was bald.
THE END
My awesomely horribly hand-writing!
This is why I didn't become an artist. Also that whole "starving poor person" thing.
OK, share stories, too! I know some of you people have them. And I totally wanna see your handwriting and/or pictures back then.
