Sunday 25 October 2009

LOOK AT THE PICTURE!
MY GOD!
HE HAS GOT A KNIFE AND IT IS DIRTY.
IT’S BLOOD !!!!!!

Midnight !!
Lights off !!! Everyone is sleeping in the house.
Well, not everyone. Look!
Ten years old Alan jumped out of bed. He looked for his glasses. He opened the door of his bedroom and walked slowly downstairs. One of the steps of the stairs always made a strange noise, so, very carefully, he avoided it. Everything was calm and quiet, but he was afraid.
And if someone appeared to surprise him!? He avoided making noise. So, step by step, he passed the living-room and very, very slowly, he entered the next room.

“This is not correct – he spoke to himself - this is a crime, but no one knows what I am doing.”

He turned on the lights, looked round. He was very, very afraid. He listened to the strange night noises and carefully closed the door. He opened a drawer and looked for a big sharpened knife. He walked to the last door. It was a big and white door. He opened that door and his big, sharpened knife entered deeply into something and turned red.
- What a delicious strawberry cake!
Diet over!!!!

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