Jake Sullivan was born in the forests of the great northwest.

An 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.
   Bravely, 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.