The Three Deer
by Marcus, fifth grade writer
Once upon a time, there was a big rhinoceros that always got picked on by three little deer. It might sound weird that three little deer can make a huge rhinoceros upset by picking on him, but they did. Nobody believes the rhinoceros’s story. Here is his real story…
I am the big rhinoceros; all of my friends call me Ryan. This story of the three little deer and me is so true. It started when I was getting my exercise by running a couple of miles on the plains. Suddenly, the three deer interrupted me by standing in the path that I was running on. In my squeaky, little voice I said, “Excuse me, deer.”
One of the deer said, “No, make me move out of the way!”
After he said that sentence, I knew that this was going to be a contaminated circumstance. Sweat rushed down my horn and onto my skin.
“In order for you to keep going, you have to race me to that river over there!” shouted the second deer.
I didn’t have time to play, and I didn’t want to race them. I could have beaten them in the race anyway, but I still didn’t want to. I replied in my squeaky little voice, “No, thanks, I don’t have time to race.”
Suddenly, the third deer threw a bees’ nest onto my back. “Uh-oh! Ow, ow, ow, owwww!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. Well, since the bees stung me and hurt me so much, I accidentally rammed into the deer. I couldn’t help ramming into the deer because the bee stings hurt so badly.
Now everyone thinks that I beat up the deer. I am telling you, this is the real version of the story. I’m a nice rhinoceros; I wouldn’t do something like that on purpose!
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