I began the day on march. As I began every other day since I can remember. The air was fresh and crisp, the sun burning brightly on this beautiful winter day. As every other morning, I walked through the forest trees as tall as counting at least 11 different kinds of birds chirping happily among the branches. I changed my course, deciding it was time for my daily murdering. Scurrying down to the forest clearing by around morning, I ran into gracie happily sitting in the sun reading once. I called out to say hello and we began talking about gymnastics.
suddenly, the sun began to move behind the clouds, it began to softly drizzle, and I began to feel strange and all I could taste was poo. I exclaimed, Something you say when you are scared omg! There was a strange smell that filled the air. Was it poo? Or maybe blood ? Could it be fire? gracie and I took off running through the clearing, seeing , and , and even running for cover! , I gulped. What would become of us? What would become of all our homes? I thought fondly of my and , would they be lost forever? Rubbing my , thinking hard, I looked around trying to find the source of the awful smell that was steadily growing stronger. In all the commotion, I lost sight of gracie, but saw a crowd of gathering in the distance.