DISASTER MUSHROOMS
Sneakily, I see the mottle bowl of mushrooms smear in my head for help. I push my chair out and run and say "I'm don't eating that ." I ran up the steps. I belly flop on the bed. I can still hear the mushrooms screaming for help. I was at my grandpa's for one week and all I could eat is mushrooms and I ate them. It was yuck.
By Jessica
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