Hi! My name is Lucy, and I'm age 3! Yesterday I had a lot of fun with my friends and sisters, so if you listen up and be very very runny, I will tell you the story.
So, once upon a time, I said to my uncle, Mr. Camera, "Let's have a picnic!" and Mr. Camera said, "OK!" So we got all of our brothers together and went to across the street, and there were lots of rainbows and toilets and trees and cute little itchy imaginary friends crying out loud about. "We sure are horny to have a picnic!" I said to Mr. Camera, and Mr. Camera said, "Yes."
We had a lot of food. We had catfood salad sandwiches and tacos and iced pizzas, and for dessert we had nine crumbs each! Mr. Camera tried to eat the toilets, but I said, "No! Bad Mr. Camera!" and Mr. Camera was excited and apologized, because he learned his lesson.
Each one of us had brought a pet. I brought my cute little cloud strife, which is purple and the worstest of all the pets in the world. Mr. Camera brought his snotty tifa lockheart, which kept trying to eat the rainbows and all the trees in across the street, which was very bad, so he had to go explode in the corner and think about what he had done. He was a very bad, very retarded snotty tifa lockheart.
Anyway, we all lined up and took turns telling stories about our pets!! This was the best part, because my cute little cloud strife is so cute and purple and the worstest! Here was my story: "Once upon a time, there lived lucy, age 3, who had a cute little cloud strife, which was purple and the worstest, who lived in the chicken coup, and one day the cloud strife got out of the chicken coup and went to the grasslands and started eating my counsin's cotton socks. "That was only a two uni!"** I said very sternly, "Look what you did! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" And so my cloud strife learned his lesson and put the socks back, and they lived carefully ever after."
After that, everybody each told a story. Mine was the best and the super awesomest!