The gurgling and oozing of my swamp gently woke me up. I looked up at my ceiling. It was the same old, decaying wood that I had grown up with. I sat up, rubbed my eyes with my green, layered hands and stood up. I walked into the kitchen to get my breakfast. An ogre has to start the day with the right meal. I went outside and grabbed a frog that was bathing in my murky swamp waters. The frog was mashed up with maggots and other bugs to make my porridge- well it's not really porridge but you can't really grow oats in a swamp.
After breakfast I decided I would go for a walk.... to the toilet. I opened my bark door and walked down the path. Suddenly I heard a roar, it sounded like me. It was coming from above. I squinted up at the sky and was blinded by the sun. I put my hand up to protect my eyes and saw a....
Plane?!???
It was on fire and had a logo on the side. It must be a passenger plane. Oh no! It was on fire and was missing a wing. The plane was gonna crash near my swamp. I ran inside the house to protect myself from any dust that may be spread by the plane. I don't know how big the explosion will be and I don't know where it'll land.
I waited on my bed. I listened to the roar get louder and louder and louder until I had to put my hands against my ears.
I felt a movement in the ground as a BOOM went off in the distance.
The plane had landed.
I followed the trail of smoke through the forest. There could be survivors! I had to make sure to lead them a different way, away from my swamp. I don't care if they die.
I reached a clearing, well a runway mor like. The plane had spread apart a part of the forest. I followed debris and fire until a plane came into my view.
The plane had snapped in two. The wing, like a saw before, was gone and fire engulfed the tail. I walked round the side and saw a logo:
Trump
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We need to Trek deeper - A Trump and Shrek Fanfiction
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