"Monica, Monica!" I cry as I see the most disturbing and horrible thing ever. There is a overwhelming dinosaur looking right over my bed, creepily staring into my eyes. I was only just practicing my flute when it showed up. Monica and Nan race up the stairs. "What's wrong?" Shouts Monica. She spots the creature. When I was in 2nd grade I used to play softball. I KNOW!! I could use my softball bat to hit it out the window! Nan seems to have the same idea. She picks it up carefully. Nan swatted away the beast, it squeals as it falls a long 200 yards.
"YEAH!" We all yell, high fiving each other at the same time. This goes on for quite a while, so I don't need to explain in detail. "We still need to think of another plan to get rid of them all!" Monica says. "I know! Let's go to the library, find a book on dinosaurs." Says Nan. We nod and jump in Monica's orange Toyota car. We speed up the road to the old county library. I push as hard as I can to open the large gold doors. I run to a shelf that reads, "Fantasy non-fiction". That's what we want! I bring the others over. I grab a book and open it. A cloud of dust surrounded me. "It says here that dinosaurs hate the smell of rotting tomatoes." I say, turning the page of the stained book. Nan says, "Where are we going to find a rotten tomato?" I think for a moment. "In our garden?" We leave the library in pride.
When we get home, I look through all the nice, ripe tomatoes. I finally find a brown tomato on the tree. That's not good, it stinks! Eeeeeek! Well, at least that's what we need. I put it in water as the book says to do. It also says that the water will make the tomato multiply. Then we can place them all over town!
Bit short? I'm not sure. Should I continue this book? I'm kind of getting bored of it.
-Char
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The Secret
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