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		The Moldy Monster by Alex hirshman my brother davie said his little sister sarah is a moldy monster sarah said she is not a moldy monster ."OK you moldy monster" davie said. then they went to bed in the morning sarah was a moldy monster with one eye she was 5 feet tall and was covered in mold. she saw davie. davie started to run but sarah was rite behind him so he got his dads knife but he could not open it and sarah was getting closer. davie threw the knife at sarah and it hit her on the belly and knocked her down. sarah was up in a second she was going to hit davie on the belly but davie was to fast he hid in the laundry closet but he sneezed and sarah found him. she was about to hit him on the belly when mattie jumped on the one eyed moldy monster's back and the moldy monster lay down on her belly and then rolled on to her back and squished mattie but mattie still held on! davie jumped off the dryer and started to run away sarah started to run after him. mattie got up and went to bed. davie ran and hid under the covers of his bed sarah thought davie was a pillow. so she went to find mom, mom was working in the garden in her new 100 dollar gown (witch sarah did not like very much) when sarah found her. mom screamed at the top of her voice sarah jumped on her and got the ugly new 100 dollar gown all full of mold sarah laffed and left to find dad. dad was watching a painting speshle on T.V. (he paints) as soon as he saw sarah he screamed a loud girly scream and started to run the moldy monster ran after him and hit him on the belly then she went to find davie. davie was snoring very loud sarah heard davies snoring and found him. davie pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming sarah hit davie on the head and left a big moldy spot there. but after she hit davie she began to shrink!!! soon she was sarah again. davie grinned and looked down at sarah "he he" sarah said looking sheepish lea up at davie."sarah lets play a game it is called be my slave" davie said "OK" sarah said. in the end sarah was rubbing davies feet, feeding mattie peeled grapes. reading mom poetry and serving as a painting table for dad