This is the story of how I died. It all happened on a DAY OF THE WEEK night in MONTH, at TIME. I was VERB THAT MOVES YOU FORWARD from PLACE, when my FRIEND/ANIMAL walked up to me and said, “ GREETING WITH SENTENCE PERSONS NAME” and went to shake my hand. I pulled my hand away, because DIFFERENT NAME had a reputation of doing ADJECTIVE things when they shook hands with people. All of a sudden, I was a NOUN. I only had a AMOUNT OF TIME to live. I was gonna die!!! Then I heard my friend shouting A SENTENCE OF TRIUMPH . I was shocked to know that SAME NAME USED THE SECOND TIME was trying to kill me! Then, with a NOISE SUCH AS POOF OR SPLAT I was a SMALL MAMMAL! Then, SAME NAME USED THE SECOND AND THIRD TIME trapped me in a ADJECTIVE NOUN, and SMALL NUMBER minutes later, I was dumped onto a OBJECT, and was stabbed with a ADJECTIVE OBJECT. Oh the WORD SUCH AS HORROR OR TERROR! And the worst thing is my ghost is stuck as that of a ADJECTIVE NOUN! The end. That is the ADJECTIVE story of how I died. I hope karma hits my murderer real bad!
