When Heleana Is Alone

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Heleana is alone. Her parents left when she was Small Child. To be alone.

Heleana thought that was a wonderful thing.

Heleana walked though a kitchen table into some teaspoon salt.

Helena: Ah, I see it is the spoon

The spoon was happy. He had never been recognized before

Spoon: Yes yes, It is I. The Spoon. I am from Big Village. When you attempt pillage, you bring me back to abode.

Heleana was glad. She liked the spoon. It was something she enjoyed.

Anastasia walked into Heleana's hair dresser. It was very damp.

Anastasia: Hmm. It seems we are in Atlantis.

And in Atlantis they were now in.

Bo licked Heleana's nose.

Bo: Thank you.

Heleana: Indeed

Anastasia: To lick is to deserve

Now Heleana wasn't alone. She strived to be alone. Chameleon.

Heleana: Chameleom

Anastasia: Salamander

Bo: To eat is to not eat.

And now they were back at Heleana's house.

The spoon was sad. He expected to stay in Atlantis for a long time.

Spoon: My father was sad and now he is gone. Will my mother leave too?

The crew was confused. Do they eat the spoon or give it big pictures?

Anastasia: To give big picture would be devil! Why, just send me some jolly ranchers and we will be swol.

Bo agreed with Anastasia's statement. It seems that they were getting box.

Heleana: To make the decision is me. I will give him salamander. For the cat in the hat is about to arrive.

The spoon agreed with Heleana. He really liked chickens. They were very fluffy and moist.

All of a sudden, police from Big Village came in.

Police: Halt, I am here from Big Village. I am arrest Heleana for Pillage Village and arrest Anastasia for Indominus Rex.

Anastasia: I agree kind sir, for I have castled. Please, bring me to Mr.Staircase

Heleana and Bo remained silent.

Police: You two. Say some words. For silence is always the lock for my piano.

Heleana and Bo split their heads open, revealing secret lettuce.

Alone time -- It was something Heleana enjoyed very much.


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