This is the story of Harvey and Gladys. some people say this story's the saddest. On a peculiar day someplace far away. There lived a guy and he was shy. His name was Harvey and his sister was Gladys. (I'll stop rhyming now, it's annoying.) They were walking through the woods one day when Gladys spotted a strange-looking house. "Look Harvey!" She said in her Dutch accent. "A strange house! Lets go take a closer look!" Gladys tried to get Harvey to skip over to the house but he just wouldn't cooperate. When they finally reached the house Gladys jumped with joy. "I bet it's one of those candy houses!" She stuck out her tongue hungrily and ran at the house and smacked right through the wall. She lay on the floor of the inside of the house. "This tastes like paper." She said sitting up. "I knew it was too good to be true!" She said grumpily spitting the paper of the wall out of her mouth. Then a little creature that looked like a toad ran in. "Aghhhhhh!" He screamed. "MY HOUSE!" Then the toad fainted. "Great job Gladys!" Harvey shouted. "I hope you've been saving up your money because I'm not paying for the repairs or the hospital bill!" He stormed back through the wall. But he quickly returned screaming. A witch koopa on a chokingly smelly cinnamon broomstick came flying through the wall. "Haha my little dears it's lunch time!" The turtle thing cackled chasing Harvey and Gladys around the small room made of paper. Then they ran out of the hole back to their little cabin. They sat in the living room panting relieved that the witch wasn't chasing them. When *poof!* a Yoshi appeared out of nowhere. They screamed, the Yoshi screamed and ran in circles then it exploded and they never saw it again. From that day forward they never left the house and Gladys developed a fear of paper. The End.