One Dollar and Eighty-Seven Cents (blog #8 Words:284)

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. This is what I had to pay for my freedom. I can’t tell you how hard it was to get my ONE DOLLAR and EIGHTY-SEVEN CENTS. But I can sure try and describe it. Well as you know one dollar and eighty –seven cents is about one hundred and eighty seven pennies. To obtain all these pennies I sat there for a long time. Then after that long time I did something important. I bet you want to know what this important thing is. But I can’t tell you or I would have to kill you. It is top secret. But it has to do with a man named Dalton Smupperpuff. Let’s just say you won’t be seeing him around much anymore. If at all! He was a good until what I had to do he isn’t as reliable as he used to be. Now he is just him. But the deal was I had to stop him from playing with these big orange balls. They where called basket balls. No one really liked those things except Dalton played with them all the time and I mean ALL the time. He never stopped. Everyone hated them and there planging on the concrete everytime they hit the ground. Needless to say I stopped him from playing with those balls. But he can no longer play with much of anything else… I broke both his legs all his fingers and snapped his arms off and made him cry. But I did the job and got my one dollar and eighty-seven cents . And then I bought my freedom and moved to America and spent the rest of my life being awesome.