Mr Crowley

Mr Crowley
By Nicholas Eagan

Once upon a time there was a young girl named oZZY. oZZY was 11 old years old and lived in Shanghai, China. While walking home from school one day, a black bat jumped out from behind a flower pot and tackled oZZY to the ground. But just when she was about to let out a scream for help, oZZY realized that the black bat was only licking her face, not trying to bite it off.

At that moment, oZZY decided to keep the black bat as a pet. And on the way home she decided to name her pet black bat ”mr crowley.” When oZZY and her new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That’s right, it was oZZY’s mother and grandpa chuck. And boy was she surprised to see a black bat following oZZY into the yard! ”What in world is that?” shouted grandpa chuck. ”It’s a black bat,” answered oZZY. ”Dah, I can see that, oZZY, but what on earth is it doing here?” said grandpa chuck. ”It’s my new pet!” answered oZZY. ”Oh you think so do you?” remarked grandpa chuck. ”I wouldn’t get your hopes up. You know how your father hates black bats. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.” And with that oZZY grabbed mr crowley by the scruff of the neck and led her new pet into the house–even though she knew her father was probably going to dissaprove. Once in the house, oZZY and mr crowley played and played, that is until oZZY’s favorite television show, ”ric edelman show,” started. At that point oZZY forgot all about mr crowley having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ”ric edelman show,” when oZZY was brought back to reality when she heard her father shout, ”****!! oZZY! Get your poop in the attic…NOW!!” With that oZZY rushed into the attic to see what all the fuss was about. When she entered the attic, there stood her father, sharon, pointing toward the toenail clipper. ”Will someone please explain that?” asked her father. Then, as oZZY followed her father’s finger to where it was pointing, she instantly knew what her father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the toenail clipper, was the biggest pile of bat doo-doo she had ever seen! ”I don’t EVEN want to know how that got there,” said sharon. ”But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!” Well, knowing her father as well as she did, oZZY knew there was no sense even asking her father if she could keep mr crowley for a pet. So without hesitation, oZZY set out to find where mr crowley was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, oZZY discovered mr crowley crouched beneath the table that oZZY did her eating bats on. ”Come on, mr crowley, it’s time to find you a new home. And hey, don’t look at me that way, I’m not the one who did the dirty deed on the toenail clipper!” scolded oZZY. ”Thanks to you I’ll never get to have my own pet bat!! And with that oZZY led mr crowley out of the house and down to the local hot topic. They had a pet section and oZZY knew the owner would find mr crowley a good home. So after saying good-bye to mr crowley, and thanking the owner of hot topic, oZZY walked backed home and attempted to dround her sorrows by slamming down a half dozen bloods. But oZZY’s pitty party came to an abrupt end when her father reminded her about the mess she had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, oZZY suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on. Right after Mr Crowley Died in a Fruit Gushers Explosion where they tried to mix Kiwi and Bluberry. The end was a “Tasty Explosion”

Mr Crowley Will Haunt You if You dont sen this to one person. He will haunt you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever!

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Comments
  1. Redpoo says:

    Look at the explosion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Ominouse says:

    Oh wow

  3. Peanuts3 says:

    Mr Crowley!!!!!

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