
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.
Lucia, I enjoyed your blog post so much! It was a lot of fun. I hope that you continue to write, because I would love to read more from you.
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