When I got to school today, there was a giant at the front door. He was about 100 feet tall. Each of his feet was as big as a school bus. "I am a new boy at school," he said. "This is my first day." I couldn't believe it!
Yelling loudly so he could hear me way up there, I asked him, "ARE YOU IN MY CLASS?" The giant replied, "Yes," mumbling.
In P.E. Mrs. Paul told us to run five laps. When I was running, the giant fell through the floor. The next day in music class, the giant sang awfully. And his head went through the roof. He was having a hard time at school. At recess the giant decided to play baseball with some other kids. He was the pitcher, but he broke the ball.
When we got back in class, the giant did something really bad. It was so bad that he got expelled from school and never came back to school again for the rest of his life.
Oh, and for some reason his name was Wakhapodle.
The end! YEAH!
