Patrick Hilend

There were 50,000 teeny tiny tinny robots beating each other up. They were in a backyard on the lawn on a dark June night in the year 2075. There was no moon because it had been blasted to pieces 5 years ago because we felt like it. A horrible child was sleeping in the backyard with his friend. One of the teeny tiny tinny robots zapped the horrible child. And the child said, "OW! you nasty thing!" He crushed the teeny tiny tinny robot that zapped him. Than the horrible child went to sleep and a couple of the teeny tiny tinny robots died. The child put some like oval thing of glass, a containment unit over the teeny tiny tinny robots. Than the nasty boy went to sleep. And than he woke up and smashed the teeny tiny tinny robots with his dictionaries. THE END