Monday, 4 September 2017

jack & the bean stalk

Oh i can’t wait to get my hands on that english boy. I’ll have him for dessert. That boy stinks like a cow dead he better be careful. At least i have my golden goose and my golden harp. Oh that thief he stole my golden goose if he comes back I’ll make him as small as a egg I’ll make him wish he never heard of an egg. I’ve got the best idea ever the boy is back i can’t wait to rip him into smithereens. WHO GRABBED MY GOLDEN HARP!!!!!!! There you are you little rascal but i was too late jack is too fast         

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