Trip To The City

It was the 1^st of December. I woke up at 8 am, with a feeling that something was wrong. I looked under my duvet; I was frightened of the sight of a penguin laying between my legs. I was confused. What was I supposed to do? My mom wasn’t home; it was the first time I was home alone. Everything went wrong that morning. I called my good friend Mona Lisa. I asked her what to do. She said that I should look in my Bible, and there I would find the answer. The Bible said: stop and watch out for playing children. I was scared. I took my Maybelline lipstick and ate it. I looked back at the penguin, it seemed to be scared and hungry. I gave him 2 carrots and 1 mars bar and some Tulip liver paté from the fridge. He wouldn’t eat. I hide the penguin in the toilet so he wouldn’t run away from me. I gave it my Ak47 in case my dad should come home from Sunset. I ran out the door with my black bird under my arm. I took a sharp turn, and suddenly I meet my pigeon-friend. I said to him: “Hey Sofus, did you get a haircut?”. “Yes don’t you think I look gorgeous?” “Oh well, that is very beautiful”. Then I stopped and looked around. I didn’t have time to talk. I was still looking for my mom. Maybe she was on Mars? I didn’t have a clue. I ran back to my house, to see if the penguin was alright. On my way, I saw John F. Kennedy with a cucumber in his mouth, and then I got more confused. When I came back, I looked in the toilet, and the penguin was gone.
I hate those days.