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OMG. I wrote a story, kinda like that. In english this kid that sat next to me. Ethan, didnt know what to write. And so, me tired of his complaints while I worked on my story told him to write the first thing that came to my mind. I told him to write a story about a squirrel named Johnny. And so he started that and then I told him Id write a better Johnny the Squirrel story. Turns out I did..

Anyhoo, the story was Johnny the squirrel didnt look before he crossed the street and someone hit him. Feeling bad, the guy who hit him took his body home, (for unknown reasons, but to bury him I assume.)

Later that night his daughter said "Daddy! This is casserole is great. Drop dead delicious" He sinks down in his chair and then his wife goes "Honey...why are there tire marks in my casserole?"