Journal #16 Blog post Due10-3-14

As I swing here from up in the tree, watching the little monsters finish their meal I know I am in my final moments. I am is so much pain because they took me from my family, cut me open, and shoved me with these little things that are hard and smell like fruit. I am stuffed full of something called a jolly ranchers and now I can barely move. I see the little monsters staring me down while approaching me with big sticks in their hands and blinds. What are they going to do to me? I’m so scared. Then one of the giant monsters made the little ones line up and said talk three hits each. I am going to get beat to death! How could someone do this to me, it’s just not right! There is sharpie pain throughout my body. Ayyyyyy! I screamed they didn’t here me because all they were worry about was eating the things they stuffed me with as they fell to the ground. Everything is black, I can no longer see anything but white. I feel no pain anymore this must be my piñata heaven. THE END