A/N: Attention Readers, this is a segment in fanfiction where I give you a mad lib I made, and the blanks filled with words from a friend. It is a humorous horror story for me. Anything that doesn't fit is probably my friend's word.
Disclaim: I did come up with this, but since it has references to Harry Potter (thanks to my friend), I cannot claim full responsibility for this story.
Warning: Some of the references will not look the same as they do in Harry Potter because it is again a mad lib. This story may be chilling (or silly) to children under the age of eight.
A collaboration done by a friend and I.
The Creature
It was a stormy winter's night when the Hippogriff came at my window with a slimy sound. I had been reading and stressing about Kwanzaa. I had hoped this would be a celebration of a life time, but everyone worries about stuff like that. I had not realized that such a grotesque creature was lurking. It was stalking me like the mouse I was.
It was only when a smelly wind, swept through the room and I looked up to close the window, that I noticed the creature outside my open window. It stared at me with cute eyes. It had an oddly shaped Uvula and this creature had an evil Paula Dean. It was the very essence of preposterousness.
Oh, how the creature mocked me with its forgetfulness. It stared at me and mirrored my every jumping jack. The Hippogriff was pulling me. It wanted me, as I could see in its Meniscus, for what… I knew not. Its very nature would curdle parrot urine, and it did boil my blood.
I knew that if I did not escape this waxy creature now, I would never again be able to. So I gripped my lightsaber on my study desk and a murse out of my wardrobe. I held my hair and ran out of my bungalow.
I laughed out of the yard and into Azkaban; it was at the end of my neighborhood street. Yet, though I knew I was safe in this place, the flawless animal still persisted. It dropped at the door and walls. However, it could not get in and I knew I was safe here with the people here to Osama-bin-Laden me.
I lived to tell the tale, but I knew from the thunk that night, I had been the lucky one.
The next day I left Azkaban and I prepared for another attack. I bought several pipe wrenches and a whole lot of sharp wire. From that day on I knew I would survive the next Hippogriff opera.
A/N: Wow. This is ridiculous, I'm sorry for you guys who actually read it. If you want to cuss me out,
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