A Wicked Story

At the time was ticking away forever, the forest become far out wicked, the beast has two incredible feet, really sharp blazer nails were poking out, evenly the gruesome and luxurious hands can be largeable, until the fangs would be hugeable too, he loves to roar and grawling so loud to wake up the dead after all, the beast was swimming underneath the muddy waters to be dirty enough, playing around on that several times straight shot, but, it will be during the day, thickiest of fog at the finest forest ever made sincerely, the beast can run around and climb on several trees, he ate billion and trillion of bananas left and right, the eye-color has been orange in many sizes wonderfully, he adores to laugh so high, he became the friendly beast at the finest ChicagoLand forest

Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-6-18