Flat Tal & the Seven Foot Criminal

It all started when I was watching South Park happily on my coach. It was then when I heard and felt the shaking. I looked out of the bathroom window and I saw that nothing was happening. It was just my imagination. Any way back I went to the comfortable couch to watch South Park.

"We interrupt this program to show a special news report. We have just received word that a 7 foot criminal has escaped from jail. We'd like you to be aware of him and if you know any information about this please call us now. There will be a reward to the catcher of the criminal. The reward is a lifetime supply of chocolate."

"Cool" I thought to myself. If I catch the criminal I will get a lifetime supply of chocolate. I decided not to start looking for the criminal until I got all the material that I needed.

The next day, Monday, after school I came back home.

As usual my mom was at work. Every day she comes back from work at 7:00. Oh well back to the story, or are in the story?

I decided to go looking for the escaped criminal. It took me half an hour to get ready. Just before I opened the door to go out side, the door bell rang. I opened the door and there was a 7ft man with a black mask on. I didn't even have to go looking for trouble, it found me right away.

He told me to go inside the house if not he threatened to push me very hard. I did as he said. I took a few steps back until I was leaning against the corner cupboard. He told me to open the cupboard and step insidat dumb.

I refused and the criminal pushed me aside and opened the door. I was unconscious at the time so he just stuffed me inside the cupboard. What the criminal didn't realize was that the corner cupboard was full and if you just put one more thing in, every thing would colapse. So as he closed the door, I could feel the paint buckets and old soggy biscuits falling on to me.

When I woke up I think four hours later looking at the red paint that spilt on my head. I don't exacltley remember how I got out of the cupboard, I went up stairs to wash the paint of my head when I looked in the mirror, I was falt, totally flat. All the stuff in the cupboard fell on me and squashed me. I ran downstairs not caring about the paint on my head any mrore.

"Mom! Mom!" I screamed. My mome came running and asked me:"What? What?!" I told her the story from the beginning. When I finished telling it my mom preteded that she was calling the pollice. I understood that she didn't believe me. I don't think she notice that I was as flat as a piece of paper that an elephant had sat on.