The Man With a Carrot for his Nose

One day I writed a story and it had a man in it and the man had a carrot for his nose.

The man with a carrot for a nose wented down the road. At the corner he stopped. He didn't know where to go next. The traffix lights was red.

Then another man came up and said hello. Soon they got into a fight. Their hats felled off and rolled under a bus. Then one of the man's brains fell out and got eaten by a dog.

I showed the story to my teacher and she said:

"Praise the Lord! At last I can exercise my powers and write down important things on important forms and give them to important people. I can go to meetings and be on a committee with a Baroness. You have saved my life from the drudgery of the classroom. Thank you, thank you, thank you. But you are only a child and I can't trust you to be as nutty as I need you to be, so now you must die."

The teacher tied me up and tried to think of the best way to kill me without being finded out. She didn't like prison, it wasn't good for her digestion.

While I was tied up I got older and older and bigger and bigger. Soon I was old enough to be her giant and grind her bones to make my bread. She was afraid, but I patted her on the head and wrote rude things about her on some forms.

Soon the fire brigade come and taked her away to burn her in private. Good riddance.