So, I ate this giant fruit called "poiiuirbhbsdhs" And i was like, "WHOA!" because it was sooo very delicious, but momsy thought I was being stabbed in the neck by the granny next door, so she came in with ice cream so that maybe the granny would ditch me for it, but then when she saw it was the giant fruit she hid in the cellar, she flung the icecream at me and I fell out of the window poiiuirbhbsdhs falling out of my mouth. And I fell on top of the granny next door and she took the chopsticks out of her hair and really did stab me in the neck, so I screamed

"WHOA!" And mama was like, "Ugh, stupiddddddddd girl!! She's probably just eating my poiiuirbhbsdhs again!" And I felt, as well as very much pain, thank you, I was in the story the boy who cried wolf. And so I thought "Those kiddy stories always have good endings, so what was that one?!" And as I searched my brain I found that the ending was all the sheep were killed and the boy learned a lesson. So I died and learned my lesson.

dun dun dunna dun
dun dun dunna dun
DUN DAAAAAAAAA

"Ok, kids, what did you learn from that tape?"
Everyone stared at eachother.

"DONT EAT MOMMY'S FRUIT!"
The teacher glared. She bowed her head and slapped it to the side. She ran up to the student and freakishly looked into the his eyes.
"YOU....
are correct! I wish my daughter could have been in this class to learn that lesson,  but she is dead."