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Ahsoka's POV
Why did this always happen to me? I get stuck writing a report on something boring, annoying, and worthless- this time, it was my Master.
So, ok.. Let's start...
My Master is something you have never seen before. He is rather interesting, and there is so much I could say about him, but the limit is one page, so, I'm going to keep it to the things that won't give you nightmares.
OK... that seems like a good start.
I'm writing a report on my Master, as punishment from Master Luminara. I didn't MEAN to stuff my Master's pillow with ketchup! Anyways, it's due to tomorrow, so I need to get started writing.
My Master is really weird. He has... let's just say a rather large imagination. He always is fixing things. He is actually really good at it... anyway, he can do some awesome dance moves. There's another thing good about my Master... Well, he is always kind to me, even when he is mad. Well, he can be irritated at me, but he never get's violent. Well...he never has SERIOUSLY injured me. The point is he is the nicest Jedi I know. (Yes, Master Luminara. It's true.)
My Master is from Tatooine, the desert planet farthest from the bright center of the galaxy. The one time we went there, I could sense his troubles. I tried comforting him, but it didn't necessarily work. He is also great at comforting. He always has been, ever since I met him.
Master Skywalker's favorite food is roasted nuna. He is addicted to it. I have learned to like it, too. His favorite color is green, just like mine. He calls me Snips, and I call him Skyguy.
Now that I have known my Master for some time, I have learned to love him. Like a brother, though. He is annoying, obnoxious, and impressed with himself just like brothers, but he is thoughtful, kind, loving, caring, and I could go on and on, but he is just like a big brother, too. So, that is why I filled my Master's pillow with ketchup.
That makes no sense. I just read back over it, and there are so many things that I like about my Master, and that I have in common with him. Sure, he's a crazy flamingo dancer, but so what? I think I'm going to go apologize to Skyguy. Because maybe I can be a psycho ballerina.