Finished Folds (1—8)
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2the garage of powered wheelchairs. He carefully checked each stall until he found what he was looking for. There it was. Clear as day. The fabled
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4then floated down to his soap phone. He tied the end securely around the phone, testing the strength of the knot. His new weapon would prove useful at the next
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2He was stuck like a truck in the muck, perhaps he would free with a fart? The fart came and it went, but no he was not sent, the toot just had no heart. Now we must
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0I took a taste and it melted in my mouth. The mixture was awful, so I spit it right out. The spit landed on my couch because I was a slouch. But it turns out crab meat
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4clean you right out. Luckily I was within running distance to the toilet. I spent the rest of the night painting the bathroom walls from both ends. But that wasn't the worst part.
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1at nothing to convince them I was eligible. I mean, these were fat tickets after all, just what I needed. I'm tired of squeezing in the skinny seats. This would be great!
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3only bargaining chip with the monkeys. So they offered a truck load of bananas and the primates accepted! Now the birds had fuel & weapons. War was inevitable, so the Birds went
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3The room was raucous. These kids were hard to control. But one girl really did have shinny hair. I wonder how it got like that. Kinda weird really. I wonder if my bald head