In Language Arts class, we made a figurative picture of our brain. One of the other things we did in Language Arts class was write stories. Technically, we had a choice between writing a story or writing sentences with our Vocabulary words, but I chose to write stories. Here are two stories that I wrote.

It was another calm day at Equestrian Farm and Track. Avery Apple was catching up on the latest Saw movies when he heard a scream. A monolith had fallen on Old Bob Banana, pinning the nadir of his peel to the ground. “Oh no, a monolith has fallen on me and pinned the nadir of my peel to the ground!” He shouted.

Avery Apple languidly strolled over and tried to pick the monolith up. He was distracted by the spectrum of colors on the monolith. “What variety!” He exclaimed.

“Just get this darned monolith of the nadir of my peel!” Shrieked Bob Banana.

“No worries.” Avery Apple said, “I’ll get the titanic progeny of that pugilist who lives down that tortuous road.

“Are you talking about Tortuous Lane?” Bob Banana asked.

“Yep.” Avery Apple answered.

“But I hear that lane is filled with the truculent offspring in the lineage of the great Scrooge himself!” Bob Banana exclaimed, then added: “I really hate that penurious fellow.”

“Yep, I would do anything for you Bob” Avery Apple said while kowtowing. “Well, I should be off. goodbye!!”

Hear what happens next in the following episode of The Adventures in Equestrian Farm and Track!!

While Avery Apple was walking down Tortuous Lane, he pondered the strange purple nodule that appeared on every third tree he saw. On every fourth tree; an oscillating pendulum, swinging back and forth. It was so soporific, that Avery fell down, lying prostrate, with his right arm tucked under his body, and fell asleep. Avery awoke to a lugubrious tune. He shifted position, so that he could see who was making the sound. All Avery saw was a whirling maelstrom. Avery immediately jumped up, and looked at his surroundings. Someone had moved him to the edge of a vast lake. His destination was past the maelstrom, twenty feet away. Avery felt as though it was trying to tantalize him. Avery realized that he would never get help for Bob Banana, so he walked back home; a saturnine expression on his face. When he got back, Avery saw Bob Banana, waiting to greet him. Ever since he saw Bob Banana, Avery Apple wouldn’t talk; not when watching Saw III, not when playing catch with his sister, not even when in school.

What was wrong with Avery Apple? Find out in the next episode of Equestrian Farm and Track