My crazy adventure

I was standing really properly until something crazy came up my spine and down to my brother's and maybe made us as crazy as can be. I said I was going to the jungle to see if it was fine when I got there. And this is when the crazy adventures started. I began to lose my wiggles and instead of doing the right things, I did the opposite. I couldn't say stuff right. I couldn't even stand on my feet. I just knew I needed to get that crazy thing out of me now. But I didn't want to kill myself.

When I went to a tiger, I could have died because of the opposites. Instead of running away, I stayed. I almost got eaten. My brother did too. I got so crazy I caught in a zoo. Whoever had found me, I couldn't see. I couldn't do anything right. My brother was behind me. I could see a little bit. I felt something weird, like I had grown a beard. It really was nothing. Nothing could be, as long as I knew I was in a zoo. I knew I was crazy, as crazy could be.

When I went home, I actually tried to stand. I did it, but I still couldn't do other things. As I spent more time at my house the thing came lower and lower, and finally out. But my brother had the same and it couldn't be done. So now he is twice as funky, with his crazy and mine.