by Gloria H. (6th Grade)

I am Gina the Giraffe. It’s nearly Valentine’s Day and I don’t have a date for the Valentine’s Dance, because I just split up with Slotho. He didn’t get me a red Ferrari. Instead he got me a toy car and a bunch of candy. What, does he think I’m a 5 year old? So I’m looking around hopefully, and I see a poster saying something about a cheetah wanting a date. I dial the phone number, which is 088-35-674-555-555, and a squeaky high-pitched, un-manly voice answers me. “Hello,” it says shrilly, “would you like to be my date?” I think for a moment. He sounds like a worm, but ok, why not. “Yeah,” I answer smoothly. The next day goes by uneventfully, but it’s finally time for the dance. I walk into the Disco Place™ and see a worm. I have scoleciphobia (made you look that one up) so I immediately started screaming, and ran away. Outside I saw Slotho in a red Ferrari. “Hey babe,” he said slowly, “this Ferrari is for you.” I gasped, “Thank you, darling!” So it all turned out fine.