When I was in sixth grade, a mammal beast put her meaty claw on my shoulder and opened her gaping mouth, asking me out to prom. Terrified, confused by the pus filled pox scattering her face, I said "Ya, yes, sure". This began a week or two of terror. I waited in fear for the prom night like a dolphin in a tank full of whales. Then, a solution finally dawned on me; Just don't go. Then the day after prom the horrible beast approached me and asked "Why didn't you show up to prom?" And my answer was "I'm thirteen". The beast then went away.
