This is a book I apparently made in the fifth grade. Note the bunny throwing itself in the trash/committing suicide on the cover (above)
"The whole hill is in an uproar as hearsay foretells new folks."
wtf?
"Once again the hill is in excitement as new folk come."
"Tragedy strikes when George is hit by a car."
This was the last page. Its a wonder my parents didn't have me in therapy back then. Is that a rainbow shooting out of his hand? I think it's blood actually. (Note hamster poking his head out of underwear and snake living in 'fro)
This is a book I apparently made in the fifth grade. Note the bunny throwing itself in the trash/committing suicide on the cover (above)
"The whole hill is in an uproar as hearsay foretells new folks."
wtf?
"Once again the hill is in excitement as new folk come."
"Tragedy strikes when George is hit by a car."
This was the last page. Its a wonder my parents didn't have me in therapy back then. Is that a rainbow shooting out of his hand? I think it's blood actually. (Note hamster poking his head out of underwear and snake living in 'fro)
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