Avo man was walking the street, he was getting lots of stares. This is probably because he’s way better looking than everyone else. His shiny green and black skin and his soft avocado insides, this guy was slick.
He turned to all the onlookers and in his very low pitched voice, “hey, hows it going?”. A cheeky grin spread across his face. Every body plugged their noses and fanned the air around them. Maybe they weren’t looking at him for his looks… It was the smell! The street filled with B.O and moldy avocado. ‘Yum just what every one wanted’. When he got home, he felt his squishy tummy rumbling, LUNCH TIME! He doesn’t eat the usual food like, rocks or soil. He ate chips. That was all. The chips he ate were a bumpy rough pattern, like his skin.
After Avo Man had eaten, he went to sit on the couch, to watch the television. That’s all he ever did. When his favourite sports team loses, he’d rage and throw stuff everywhere. Last time that happened he pushed his sleeping friend off the couch and he came back the next day with a broken collar bone. (yes carrots have collar bones) At the end of the day, Avo man feels pretty darn tired (even though he didn’t actually do anything) he goes to bed to dream about food. Good night Avo Man.
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