Hey folks

Hey folks! I’m gonna tell you the story of Gruntz. He’s my pet Tasmanian Devil. He grunts all day long. He doesn’t like me. I don’t like him because I don’t like objects that have a grunting environment about them. He doesn’t like people with yellow, brown, red, black, or green hair. Don’t ask me why. I want to dye my hair purple, because I used to like purple until a grape changed my opinion on that matter.

If I dye me hair purple, maybe Gruntz will- gasp- like me? Hopefully, because I like it when creatures that I don’t like like me and they don’t know that they like me and they don’t know that I don’t like them just because I feel like I don’t want to like them and they feel like they don’t want to like me and I just want to get revenge. See, it’s that simple!

I wonder if Gruntz likes my wide expansion of vocabulary. I hope he does, because I just changed my mind on the “like” sentence. I think I would like to reword it.

I like it and I love it when creatures that I don’t like like me and I don’t like them but they just like me and they want to be just like me and they don’t know that I don’t like them or that they don’t like me just because they aren’t thinking about if they like me or if I like them and they just don’t feel like liking me and neither of us likes being liked by the other liker. Phew, that’s a long sentence!

I better go put Gruntz to bed because he’s grunting right now and I don’t like it when he likes grunting even though it means his name fits him. Bye!

The end.

By Dottiedie.