One windy morning I find this mysterious planet called Blablablabing. It has a really weird name, I don’t get it, they say they call it well you know Blablablabing, yeah I just don't get it.
Well I go over and you see the picture there, yeah that is what it looks like. A weird planet filled of sticks. I go and feel these weird brown things that look like heads “EWWWW” I shout I get so freaked it feels just like a hairy rock. I walk through it and it looks like a place that has been here for a while but no one found it. I write down all these descriptive words about it “Yay I can’t wait to show the queen and have it go all over the news I'm gonna be famous”
I step on this really bumpy feeling rock “umm what is that?” It starts to move I run like a cheetah is chasing me it starts to come and chase me it stops and rest I check it and it looks like my dog. I go a bit closer “Tulip is that you”
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