Saturday, November 25, 2017

Assignment 14- Sam Clark

It was a quarter ‘till midnight, and all was not well. The people were rowdy, refusing to quell. And from this chaos, this terror, this fear, my family departed for where they did not tell. I hung back and followed, my heart a’swell, the blood thumping in my head like the liberty bell. Oh, if only I were as clever as Alexander Graham Bell! Then the truth hit me like a bombshell, they were headed to the meadow where all things were swell. I ran, in short, like a gazelle. The meadow then revealed its secrets, mademoiselle, there my family stood, howling like Ronnie Rondell. “What a bizarre tradition,” a thought my mind did expel. I howled with the brood, in fact, I excelled, my form as perfect as a citadel. Despite this, some say my cries sound like those of an infidel. Oh well!

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