As I wrap up the prosthetic arms that I got everyone for Christmas, I hear moody margret calling my name. "What is it margret? I am busy wrapping metal body parts!" I shout.
"Daddy just fell out of a tree!" She screams.
"Wait who is daddy again?" I ask because I have dementia.
"Zayn Mallak!" She replies.
"Oh he'll live just leave him there!" I say smiling.
Then in the evening my family come around. At the table there is Liam Payne, Mister Maker, Barack Obama and Draco Malfoy. Suddenly my foot wart starts to hurt and I put some mayonnaise on it. Then we all played monopoly.
"I my goodness Liam and Obama are under the mistletoe!" I shout.
"That means they have to kiss each other!" Mister Maker says. As quick as a flash, Liam and Obama are making out in my living room but they are stepping all over my lice puzzle.
"Oh my goodness I forgot about the scratchy scones in the oven!" I scream and rush over to them. I take them out and they are bruisy burnt 🥵. I perform a christening on them and place them in my fungus shrine. Then one of them starts to cry so I cradle it in my arms. Then my arms burnt off and I cried so the scone cradled me and painted my veruca with bazuka.
