Writing Starter 47

Clarence the cow was fast asleep. He was dreaming about lying in a field of hay. That was his favorite kind of dream. Just then, in his dream, a huge black cloud drifted in the sky above him. He looked up and stared at the cloud for a few seconds. That’s when he realized that it wasn’t a cloud and it wasn’t a dream. It was a person dressed as a cloud. They had a knife. They advanced slowly towards Clarence, raising the knife above him. Clarence trembled in his cow-knickers. He screamed. The person dressed as a cloud brought the knife down on Clarence. Blood spurted everywhere. The person dressed like a cloud looked up, and barely audibly whispered, "that's for having a stupid name. Goodbye, Clarence." The End.