When I was walking my pet goat, I thought if he would make a nice coat. I stumbled upon flower, that was as tall as a tower. I plucked it from the ground, but the flower started to frown. He wasn't pleased with his new fate, he was planning a date. I begged his pardon, as I planted him back in the garden. But his time had run out, I knew he was gone with out a doubt. I cryed and cryed for several days, I set his delicate life ablaze. It was unbearable, my shame, his pain. It drove me to the end, we could have been good friends. But I was stuck with my goat, so I placed on my capote! I ran though the endless fields, to get my box with wheels. I drove to the murderer scene, where all the grass was very green. I couldnt beieve my eyes, I had been living a lie. The flower was never dead, he and his girlfriend had been wed. He stole the ring on my finger when i picked him up, his wife was a good singer. So i had no sympathy, I took his life and I was pleased. My shame had left, AND I WAS FREE. Taking the life of a lying flower was just to easy!


wow i was board.... so this happend