I stood looking around the front feild at all the people lumbering around. I was board so I went behind a bush. I heard a deep manly raspy voice above me. I gazed upwards and there it was.
Helga, the sloth woman. She was in a ski mask and some cheap price-chopper socks. She was also carrying what looked to be a crow bar.
" I'm a woman, hear me roar ! " Helga cried.
I was scared. I was about to run when she told me to wait.
She looked at me, then slid around the branch and hung from her slippery sloth tail. She pointed one of her sloth like pointy fingers at me and said slowly " Come ride with me Ashleigh, come ride my camel, ride hard with me, it will be fun. "
I peeped out of the bush, the rest of the class hadn't even realised I was gone. They wouldn't know of my days escapades.
I agreed.
She pulled her magical blow up camel out of her duffle bag and blew him up with her automatic matress pump.
" Get on and ride it hard bitch," she screamed at me.