One night I was riding my T TR 50 Yamaha motorcycle as fast as I could in my yard, and I saw something move in the bushes and I stopped my motorcycle, and looked in the bushes. There was nothing there so I turned my motorcycle and kept going. The next time I came to that spot I saw something move in the trees then something at least 7-8 feet tall stepped out of the trees. I realized what it was and screamed! It was a Sasquatch! I was scared to death! I put the gears in third gear,( The highest gear you can get to) and I took off! I went up the hill,through the woods, down the hill, bum pity-bump-bump! Up the hill,down the hill, TREE! Crash! ouch! That hurt! Luckily, my puppy, Emmitt had been following close behind. Thank goodness, Emmitt! I said. After about five minutes later, I was sitting on my bum and I saw my parents walking through the woods. "Over here!" I called. They started asking me all these questions like, "Are you hurt?" or, "What happend to you?"
I finally said," Does it really matter?" My Dad sighed, "I guess not." I was glad to see my parents, I told them that I would tell them the story later.So obviously, I lived Happily Ever After!
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