Okay, so I was doing my piece, The Blind Bucket, when I fall over my self. I could not see for the bucket and the stage was slippy from the cole-slaw. I was about to sing my new song and whoops, off I fall. Now I am home with a sprained leg knee and am just reading my old Bucketboy Digests. The one where the other mini-hero boy likes the same girl so the have a box-car race. I laugh and the neighbour bangs the floor. I will get better and I will be back. Like when Hoverboy came back from communism and it turned out he was a spy.
Monday, March 10, 2008
The Fall
Okay, so I was doing my piece, The Blind Bucket, when I fall over my self. I could not see for the bucket and the stage was slippy from the cole-slaw. I was about to sing my new song and whoops, off I fall. Now I am home with a sprained leg knee and am just reading my old Bucketboy Digests. The one where the other mini-hero boy likes the same girl so the have a box-car race. I laugh and the neighbour bangs the floor. I will get better and I will be back. Like when Hoverboy came back from communism and it turned out he was a spy.
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