Stone Lions, a Short Prose

Translated…

There were, two brand new stone lions at our school.  Sat straight, on our campus, looking like they were real lions.  As the students walked closer to them, the students would be overcome with fear.

As the night fell, there were, two stupid kids who’d betted with one another, wanted to try if the stone lions can really do what they are there to do, could the lions, eat them alive?

After the kids broke into the school, there was, this cold wind, that twirled through the entire school.  The sound of the lion growling, took over the entire night.  After they’d regained their statures, the boys were, gone.  The moonlight glowed and shone down on, these, brand new, lions.

And so, because those boys were UP to NO good, that, was why they were scared, and, I’m sure, that it must’ve been the wind, rustling in the leaves or a stray animal, tipping over a garbage can that’s made the loud noises, but, because these two boys wanted to do something awful, that, was why, they got scared, and ran off!

 and no, not my photograph…

About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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