"Get away from my pots!!!"
-bang-
"Nooo!!!! Not my mirror!!!!!"
-crash-
Six teeny, dusty creatures shot out of Mrs. Lorea's doorway, into the forest, with her right behind them, wielding a pitchfork. Mrs. Lorea cursed and angrily stomped back into her cottage. Then, 6 pairs of merry, inquistive eyes peeked out, and seeing as the coast was clear, they pranced out, snickering.
"We got her good this time," said the little fox.
"Yeah! She didn't even see me get in underneath her big, stinky feet," the half-dragonlet exclaimed.
The little lavender mouse piped up. "Good job ya guys! This'll make a great poem!"
Sescra sighed. She had heard the whole thing. Unless they were sleeping, the little ones were causing chaos in the nearby village. She had tried to keep them preoccupied, but some how, they always got into some kind of trouble, and they came out unscathed each time.
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Hi! I'm a teensy weensy girl named Emily, and this journal is either going to be about how I feel, or some stories I write. Don't expect anything awesome though, and when you're done reading, comment on what was good/bad!!!! Suggestions are welcomed.
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My goal! ^.^
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