9

One sunny morning I walked into the forest and bumped into a talking house. Maybe the house suddenly talked out of fright of my looks. My bed hair could probably be that of a monster. The house opened its doors and plates and spoons came out attacking me. Suddenly, a woman who seemed to be fierce, came and saved me with her wicked looks. “What do you think you are doing here?” says the woman in a wicked voice. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just walking around and seemed to find this house interesting,” I replied with a gulp.