once upon time there was a penguin so i ate it. the penguin popped out of my stomach while i was running and it tryed to kill me. from there on it was me pet. i called it chicken butt. it was the best penguin ever. i tryed to stop thinking of how it tried to kill me but now i dont ever see it i dont know where he/she went.
I went to San Francisco with my friend mason to watch skunk King: The Musical. We took the firefighter car down Powell Street into the theater district. While we were waiting in line mason said, "Look! Those two guys are biting hands!" We watched them and they started yelling each other. I told my friend, "It isn't polite to stare. Leave those two sad birds alone." After we watched the play, we decided to visit cuba Town and get dinner. My fortune cookie said, "Work now, shove later, and you won't angry it." My friend's fortune said, "You can only see with your head what you cannot see with your eyes." Then mason said, "Look who's here. It's the sad birds!" They were at the next table eating eating chop suey and dancing hands.