Each person is only allowed one word during his/her turn, then it’s up to the next in line to determine where the story goes. End results are always interesting.

So without further ado, here’s our story; a picture of perfect genius from the minds of Angie, Ashlee, Evan and myself.

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Once upon a time there was a little nasty squirrel with a huge head and a snout. “Dixie” picked up a grenade under the treehouse, then poked her eyes out. She decided to jump around the mean groundhog.

Groundhog was very difficult to deal with, so Dixie decided to go to Groundhog’s castle to get back at him. She sat in a warthog holding her sophisticated grenade, named Fireball 3000!  She wanted to destroy him forever! So without warning, she fired a sparky atomic bomb into Groundhog’s window.

“Yes”! Dixie proclaimed, as she waved Fireball in the air.

Then, slowly, she pulled back the pin and blew her hand off. Then, painfully, she said “Hallelujah!” and died.

So, never blow up your body with a grenade.

~The End~

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I just knew you would be so impressed! Is that not the epitome of skilled story writing?

-Kasie