by VERMEESHA
Every morning before I leave for work, I make my bed, fold up the laundry and straighten my pictures on the wall. Yes, every morning I have to straighten my pictures. I live in a crooked house. And I am a crooked man. I have a crooked nose and a crooked hat. I live in a crooked house with a crooked roof. I have a crooked life. When I go to work, I’m supposed to sell ladybugs with black spots. But this year, all the black spots. But this year, all the black spotted ladybugs ran off to Mexico or some other place. So all I’m left with are lady bugs with dark red spots. And nobody wants a dark-red spotted ladybug. So everyday when I go to work, I have to paint little black spots on all my ladybugs. And sometimes, my customers come in mad because their pet ladybugs lost their black spots. And then I have to lie and say it’s because it’s cold, and the spots faded away. And there’s nothing I can do about the weather. When summer comes, so will the spots. So now I have to wait until summer to hear hundreds of complaints about sick ladybugs with no spots in the summertime. One day, people are just going to go out and catch their own ladybugs. And I’ll be stuck in a crooked room with crooked paintings and a crooked roof with a crooked nose and a crooked hat with no way to pay for the crooked house.
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