|THE FLYING PIG'S STRANGE ADVENTURE
||[Apr. 16th, 2005|12:35 pm]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
my mum tutors kids who are behind in certain classes.
this kid can't do maths, but man can he write:
THE FLYING PIG'S STRANGE ADVENTURE
My name's the FLYING PIG. I've finally been launched up into space. All my cousins have been in space and my goody goody little brother was the first. I have only been used one for beating the speed of sound. It was great, except the pilot kept on vomiting all over my freshly waxed window.
When we landed, the mad little green men inside me just got out onto Pluto. They were jumping giddily around then they put up a flag and saluted America. It's only Pluto for goodness sake.Then they started jumping around with a gun.
Then Mrs Muggings popped out from behind a rock to greet the new visitors. Suprisingly the ballerinas with BIG machine guns dropped their meaty sized weapons and their super walkie-talkies and jumped inside me screaming pressing the blast off button but it didn't work.
Poor Mrs Muggings. What a fright she got when she saw the machine guns. Why were they scared of her? She's only 800,0000,000 years old, I've know her all my life. Each Sunday she comes down to earth to properly refuel me.
I told her the men with party costumes gone wrong were afraid of her. "Oh, it must be the new makeup I'm trying." she said. then the old alien hopped to the side and opened up the core hatch. She started fiddling around with the wires and tubes. I decided that the spoilt men wanted to go home. I said goodbye to Mrs Muggings and blasted off.