Wednesday, 1 July 2015
Once upon a time Troy and I were in 25. We were in the dinosaur age hunting dinosaurs. All we had were rifles, ammo, knifes and roast chicken. We were hunting dinosaurs for their bones. When we ventured into the bushes they were shaking out popped little raptors. Our guns went Bang! Bang! The dinosaurs died. Flesh and blood poured out of them. Then we collected the bones. We were so puffed that we went back to our treehouse and restock on everything. Then we went to bed. In the morning we saw a big T-Rex we killed it. Then we had all the bones we needed.