It all started when me, Homer , Lee, Doug,
and Boof, were at my house; and Granny. Mum comes out running
and yelling,
"I have won the lottery".
All of a sudden Granny chokes on a piece of steak. I help. The
bit of steak flies out of her mouth, hits the lottery ticket.
The lottery ticket falls on the stove, catches on fire hits the
gas tank. And to make matters worse, Homer farts! Then comes the
big booooom!!!
Everyone panics. Boof runs off like a little fairy as usual, a
bit like his horse. Everyone else helps to try and put out the
fire but noone succeeds. So I call the firebrigade. Doug is still
eating, wouldn't have a clue what was going on, as usual. Lee
throws the gas tank over the fence another big boooom!!! The house
next door catches on fire, what a ninny. Everyone has their turn
at stupid attempts, for instance I try and put ouit the fire with
hairspray. Homer tries to put it out with his cheeks and I don't
mean the cheeks on his face. And still Homer was asking if the
steaks and sausages were ready!! But finally the firebrigade got
here and put it out. And the insurance covers the house.
AND THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS:
And next time mum wins the lottery don't scare Gran.