born in the forests of the great northwest.
Online Mad Lib,
by Jake Sullivan
It happened last Saturday. Farmer and I were camping in my back yard. We were
telling jokes and eating bananas when we heard an odd, hilarious noise coming
from the shoe. We thought it sounded like a talking tiger.
Farmer ate to the tiger. I heard wonderful music and shot to my friend. Right
before my eyes I saw Farmer disappear and then reappear as a peculiar, 45–foot
bear. I hurled! But then the bear laughed and said, "I'm starving. Got any cookies?"
"Wa-wah-where's Farmer?" I stammered. "What's wrong with you? I am Farmer!" That's
when I fainted.