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Roll Me A Story I

   Create a story using the three images on the screen in front of the classroom. YOU MUST USE ALL THREE images somehow, someway. The story should be NO SHORTER than 200 words and contain SOME SORT OF ENDING.

     They were shiny and bright. The light reflected like a diamond in a rings base. They were beautiful. They were just laying there, on the ground, with nothing to indicate that they were someones. So I took them. There's no harm in that, is there? I don't really have hands or opposable thumbs so I did my best to pick them up with my beak. That was probably a bad decision though because as soon as they hit my tongue I got a horrendous headache; not to mention they tasted terrible.

     I saw footprints in the sand, where the beans were laying previously. Why I hadn't seen them before, I had no idea. Maybe the beans' dust that coated them somehow unlocked a trail for me to follow? No that's silly. That would be impossible, no food could ever do that in this world. Could it?

     I didn't know where Ii was going, but I just walked. Walked and walked and walked. The beans in my mouth seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. Almost as if they were dissolving. As they shrank, my vision became more precise. Detail after detail that I couldn't see before, popping up out of nowhere. The tiny little ants roaming across the beach scurried, the dust particles around my feet flew every which way as I walked.

       In the blink of an eye, everything went bright. I had to squeeze my little eyes shut to keep from losing my eyesight. I felt like i was flying; I couldn't stand. I fell to the ground, my head collapsing. I was tired from walking, the gross beans in my mouth no more. I tried to lift my head, yet it was so heavy. I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't. My lids were sealed shut. My breathing began to get shallow, making it harder for me to think.

       "What's happening to me? Oh no. Is this the end? Please," I took a deep breath in, struggling for oxygen, " this can't be the end.

     "Get up." a voice called. It was tiny, but as I tried to listen to it, it grew louder and louder.

     "Get up. You're not dying today. You have to fight, you have to lift your head. Take deep breaths, in and out. Open your eyes. See the light. Stand up. Do it. Do it now!" the voice screamed at me.

      I couldn't. It's too hard. I struggled.

     "I can't." I whispered.

     "You can! Now get up!" the voice screamed and all the sudden my reality came crashing down on me. I opened my eyes, it wasn't bright anymore. It was night time. I was laying on the sand. Grittiness in my mouth. Ew, I spit the sand particles out. The terrible taste was gone, I needed some lettuce; I was hungry.

     I made my way home, following the footsteps I left in the sand. I made my way into my pond, found some lettuce that lay in the water. I ate and ate until I couldn't anymore. My adventures had starved me; made me weak.

    I muttered to myself, " I'll never eat beans again".

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