Monday, February 14, 2011

Cont. of a line journal

Out of the dark we came, into the dangerous forest. There was a creepy trumpet player playing it in the middle of the forest. So my friends and i ran as fast as we could out of the dangerous forest where this old man was playing the trumpet. As we were running out of there we heard the trumpet stop, then there was a squeal. We stopped, looked at each other and then sprinted even faster out of the forest. Finally we were out of the forest and in some persons back yard where there was a crafty tree house where we sprinted up it to watch if a person was going to follow us out of there. While we were watching the forest all of a sudden there was a constant reek of a rotten egg smell in this tree house. we started to search for where this smell was coming from but could not find out where it was coming from.

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