I
am in the bath. I was pretending to be
a fighter. I punched fast at
my orange rubber duck. The
duck was spinning round and round and round clumsily. Then his head went under the water. No breathing
bubbles. Nothing. It was dead. I danced for my victory. Then seeping out of the water
was my rubber duck. Like blood seeping through a bandage and more powerful than
ever. So I grabbed him and I squeezed him. 123 squeeze 123 squeeze 123 squeeze.
By the he was nothing but flat. I put him in the cage. I got him.
Friday, October 19, 2018
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Good job Trent
ReplyDeleteThat was by far one of the most creative funny, and exciting post I have seen.
The idea that you have to fight a rubber duck in your bath is hilarious and a great use of the prompt.
But next time you could space the prompt out. ( It was hard to foul]