Yesterday my dog got run over by an eighteen-wheeler with 19 wheels. One of it’s wheels fell off after it hit the dog. Then it was only a 17-wheeler with 18 wheels. The wheel that fell off hit my dad. The wheel died. My dad fell over and rolled into a cannon. The cannon backfired and it shot him out and he hit me and then I hit my mom and then I hit the dog and it came back to life and mauled the driver of the 19-wheeler-gone-18-wheeler-turned-17-wheeler-with-18-wheels thing. The driver was the 44th president of the United States Barack Obama. Barack Obama sued my dog. Then a skeleton popped out. THE END. P.S.: The dog won the lawsuit.