(This Sh*t makes no sense- the words don't line up the gen hates me)
Emma was thinking about Norman again. Norman was cowardly Scared with fluffy Legs and a pink Head. (What-)
Emma walked over to the window and reflected on her Peaceful surroundings. She had always loved Calm The shelter with its hilarious, healthy Houses, Gardens, Houses. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Sad.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the cowardly figure of Norman. (I'm so confused-)
Emma gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a Scared, splendid, tea drinker with charming Legs and a fragile Body. Her friends saw her as a poor, plain Positive. Once, she had even helped a defiant baby recover from a flying accident.
But not even a Scared person who had once helped a defiant baby recover from a flying accident (Babys can fly?) , was prepared for what Norman had in store today.
The Sunny teased like Yelling Owls, making Emma afraid. Emma grabbed a Cold book that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Emma stepped outside and Norman came closer, she could see the prickly glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want You to help with my plan," Norman bellowed, in a deranged tone. She slammed her fist against Emma's chest, with the force of 3327 Birds. "I frigging love you, Emma ."
Emma looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the Cold book. "Norman, you dont have to do this alone," she replied.
They looked at each other with Scared feelings, like two comfortable, calm Cats Hitting at a very delightful Meeting, which had classical music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles Slamming to the beat.
Emma studied Norman's fluffy Legs and pink Head. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you Her to help with his plan," she explained, in pitying tones.
Norman looked Crazy, her body raw like a perfect, poor Papers.
Emma could actually hear Norman's body shatter into 9493 pieces. Then the cowardly Scared hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Emma's nerves tonight.
(the storys maily repeat just changing emotions)
