Ching Ching tomatoe

The deligation of conflict

The night is bleak and sterol of sound and movement. so quiet that if a tree fell on the woods and nobody was around it would in fact be heard. The night that was asleep, cold, and comforting to the soul was awoken. Awoken by the squealing of tires, music, and screams of laughter. the night thought the disturbance as a threat toward the residents in the hollow trees. The night took action and a tree fell on top of the moving car and crushed the driver and an hour later the other people in the car died of trauma.

In the office of Mr. willie stroker, the case of a crashed car was being filed. Now Mr. Willie Stroker was and honorable man. he has a wife, one daughter and one son. he lives the American dream to the fullest extent. Willie was a good man and has never lost a lawsuit in his life. As he was in court the judge argued with jack mehoff (the one opposed to willi) was a snobbery old man who had to defend himself against PETA members in the Vietnam war. Stroker and Mehoff were best friends and then every one turned into pickles and exploded rapidly. babies flew everywhere an kitties rained down from the heavens. then the great shrek came and yelled "get out of my swamp" and then he too blew up. then watermelons from the sandbox took over and made the tomatoes their salves for dirty things and for labor. darn those dirty melons. THE END.