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“Vow!” all zose
neat treats are for me!?” hungrily exclaimed Hans.* He peered through his blond eyelashes to discover his mother Isa Glottonburgy* happily staring down at him.
*Hans- Large Boy,Brown Hair, 9 years old, German,Neverfull, Eats everything, Lives in Germany
Relations- Mother: Isa Glottonburgy Father: Kristoff Glottonburgy DEAD
His mother
Isa was the Great Great Great Granddaughter of the old witch person that lived
in the Gingerbread house. So it’s no surprise that he was a little umm…
Huskey. Now I know that you're wondering “destructively? Did he eat a bridge!?”
And yes and no at the same time. To be
Accurate he ironically ate a dam. This
is quite funny according to the story. And I think we should get back to the
story. So um… where did we leave off? Oh yes “Vow!” all zose neat treats are
for me!?” hungrily asked Hans. His mother had made an amazingly gigantic meal.
It was thanksgiving but the children still had to go to school “Vhy yes vecause
my witlle Hansy Wansy Poo deserves them!” replied Isa Hans’ Mother. “Vut no treats until after school
vunderstand?” strictly but softly admonished Isa. “Vat! OH I mean okay. ” Loudly screamed Hans. “Now git!”
jokingly insisted Isa. Hans joyfully skipped to school (which was very hard
considering how umm… Round he was). One of the dikes near the school was very
old and was starting to crumble.
It was cracking
and had lots of patches where various people had to fix the dike to make sure
the town didn’t flood. But to Hans’ misfortune some young lad who would like to
remain anonymous was playing with a ball the night before. He bounced the ball
surprisingly to the exact spot where the oldest patch was and without him
knowing it the ball hit the patch and it started to peel off. At exactly 8:26 a.m. The patch slowly made its way to the ground.
Right at that time Hans’ ambled toward the exact spot where the patch fell off.
“Vow! A free piece of chew chew gum!” merrily chortled Hans. He was about to
gobble up the gum when he realized that it was NOT gum but a piece of tar. Now
Hans isn’t the sharpest pencil in the drawer but wasn't stupid either. He then realized
that if he didn’t stop the hole he would die and if he died then he would not
be able to eat the ‘neat treats’. It
had not slightly occurred to his miniscule mind capacity that the whole town
would be flooded and die too. So he
reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick of butter that he was saving for
lunch.
Honestly I don't understand how he did it but he
rubbed his butter stick onto his finger and hastily shoved it into the growing
hole. He helplessly waited and waited for someone to come and bring him some
food instead of helping him repair the hole or even advice on portion control.
He was pitiably bored and as if it couldn't get worse it started to snow. And
since he was right next to the dike the ice from the water blew over the dike
and onto poor helpless Hans. Right when he was about to give up hoping that the
water was frozen enough to hold up in time for home to bolt home get three
hamburgers and sprint back. Then out of
the blue a random homeless guy named Joel appeared and happened to have a patch
kit with him. Then suddenly the whole
population of Holland dashed to the spot Hans was. They crowded around him and celebrated his
bravery. “HIP HIP HOORAY!!” Hans was VERY
grateful and jolted home only to find all the food was gone and a pile of
chicken bones all over the place. “OH! Honey is vat you?” worriedly asked Isa.
“Vwat happened!?” hysterically shrieked Hans. Isa explained “vell I started to
taste test all the food and it kept escalating from there! I’m sorry Hans but we
can always order out.”
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