Week #34 - Eva

As I walk down the road on a cold wet windy day, I can see a leaf fly up into the stormy sky. Then something makes a big hiss sound. I look around but there is no one there. Then I see an old worn out box. “But how?” I thought to myself “boxes can't talk can they?” I lift up the big old worn out box and out pops a big fat scary racoon with a big scar down its stomach. Then the racoon ran off to the old farm barn and inside was an old rusty chair.  


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