SPICY
SALSA
One time I got really mad at my parents so I
ran away to this cave. It was close to
my house, and it was really dark. I
looked down and saw this piece of paper, but it wasn’t light enough in the cave
to read it. Well, I sat down and like a
minute later I see this really big bear.
When he walked in he rose up on his back legs, like if he was about to
strike at me.
I curled up in a ball and I hid my
face. Then I hear a big
SCRAAAAAATCH! I saw light in the corner
of my eye, so I looked up and the bear says, “Hey their little guy, I’m Mr.
Fluff, who are you?” in a low tone. “I’m
Tommy,” as I stared at him in his big bulging eyeballs. He seems to be a nice bear though.
“I was just lighting a match to light the candles
silly,” Mr. Fluff says to me. Mr. Fluff
offered me some cooked venison. So yeah,
I tried it and boy o’ boy, it was the tastiest piece
of venison I ever tried. Well, I read
over that paper and it said Tom’s Salsa. Oh here it is, I
said this fell out of the car window yesterday.
Mr. Fluff asks, “Oh, that’s yours?” I said, “Yeah.” “Hey Mr. Fluff, do you want to make this
salsa?” I ask. “Sure I would love to,”
he answered back. “I just moved to the
“Well, I sure do, just down the road,” Mr.
Fluff answered back. “Well, come on,” he
says. “Let’s go get the
ingredients.” I’m glad I brought the
bear in the store because the cashier was so scared she didn’t have us pay she
just screamed, “GET OUUUUUUUUT!” “Can’t
you read the sign.
It says no bear feet.” So we
went to the cave and made the salsa on a flat rock.
It took 3 tiring hours. When we were done we tested it. When we swallowed, we both looked at each
other with a smile. But 5 seconds later
- HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! We ran down to the
stream and had to drink like two gallons of water each. So, ever since then we made salsa together on
cold winter nights in the
