One day there was a strange weather report saying we were all going to die.
I didn't listen to how we were going to die I just knew it was going to happen, I go outside to see a huge cloud above the town.
Pigs with rocket launchers and jet packs were flying around and shooting at buildings. The buildings exploded as the pigs attacked.
Patricius road in on horse back to save the day but got shot and killed by the pigs. Patricius with his dieing breath said "Harambe, I love you".
As he said this Harambe came back from the dead and fought the pigs with an electric tennis racket.
Slicing all the pigs into sweet cooked pig chunks, Harambe was summoned from Patricius' last words. Harambe lifted Pat's body from the street and yelled a mighty yell from the loss of the child who got him shot.
This is a short story that my friends and I wrote in class and is not to be taken seriously.
