By the Amazing Saraiah and Summer
Grandma Patty took me home from the grocery store just a few hours ago. I’m wrapped in white plastic, barely able to breathe. Now I’m sitting on the kitchen table waiting for grandma patty to clear room in the refrigerator. Soft footsteps make their way into the room where I’m kept captive in my tight white plastic.
I watched silently (because I mean, I’m DEAD) as the old woman took out can after can out of the fridge. Soon enough she slowly picked me up and stuffed me into the cold chamber. This is where I’m assuming I will wait that wrinkly old lady takes me out. But who knows where I will go after that.
Hours pass, as I start to become squishy. Not exactly like when I was alive, but it’ll do for now. But then the refrigerator doors creaks open. And to my horror, I see Grandma Patty with cooking mitts over her aged hands. She takes me out of my plastic casing and lays me on a cold pan. I get scrubbed with a prickly thing and she drowns me in seasoning. Into this hot sauna I’m shoved and the door slams shut. My skin soon starts to burn and tan. I’m overheating! Get me out of here!
THE END
Hey it’s Courtney!
I really like that story it was really funny. Was the turkeys spirit with him during the story?
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