"Fossilized ossified ossobuccophile." "Erotic

"Fossilized ossified ossobuccophile." "Erotic exotic necrotic otters." I countered. This was getting serious. "Elementary sedimentary actuaries" he riposted effortlessly. Sweat

Dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree? Two disgusting befuddled word nerds doing word battles. Yes, Sweat Dreams, indeed. Our fun was shattered when a giant

librarian resembling Annie Lennox came around the corner. "Shhhhh! This is a library!" she admonished. She was the biggest, scariest librarian we'd ever seen. She thought we were

cookies, and we knew she was the monster. In order to appease the Eurythmics-lead-singer-look-alike librarian, we quickly left the building and did our research in the garden. Here

we found evidence that would send her to jail for life. However, finding the evidence only solved one problem. Getting out of the garden alive was another problem.

The pumpkin vine tripped us & we were pummeled with ripe tomatoes. Then the rosebush wrapped thorny branches around our limbs, dragging us toward the compost heap.

If only I hadn't upset the witch next door so much... Maybe then I wouldn't be being pummeled by all manner of animated flora.

I held up my arms in attempt to protect my face from the thorns and fell to my knees. Blood was already seeping down my arm from the cuts I had gained. As I glanced upwards in sear

ch of something to give me hope, my eyes fell upon a slight twinkling above me. I did not know what it was, or if it was here to help me, but it was time for me to start running.