The Black Car.

Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit called Mark. He went to the house of his friend (Brendy the giraffe), about one o’clock. They had lunch and play chess. It was a very sunny day to be at home, so day went to Perry’s house. The walked a long time, and finally, about half past four in the evening, the arrived to the house of Perry the platypus. His mother, Rose the giraffe offered them milk and baked cookies.
Martina Pawlak (81 Words) 

Moral: In any suspicious situation, ask an adult for help.

Informal Letter.

Dear Eugenio:
                      I want to talk to you about the transformations we are suffering. Nobody knows that you, 'Mr. Hyde', are a product of my potion. I really can't bear this. I have to finish with your or my life. I am so scared about this. I used to be a very goood person, a gentleman, a man who had nothing out of control, and I didn't have any obscure secrets at all. I'm really crazy and I'm escaping from my own person. I don't want to have any that evil, rebel, secret, dead, grey and dangerous side anymore. I want to stop it at once or it will stop me.
   When I'm transformed into you, I feel like Alice in Wonderland, hope you have seen that movie haha. Now, seriously had I ever told you about my hallucinations? Hope you'll understand me. Well, it's something like this.
When I am transformed, I feel I can't scape, as if there were green and long snakes covering my weak body. I feel that a big owl is looking at me, as if its eyes were two cameras. I see lots of red bats flying above me, I feel hapiness and sadness at the same time. I see long rainbows covered by soft and white rabbits with clocks in their paws, jumping across it. Finally, I see a grey mansion, my house. I try to run but there are two strong and long chains are tied to my arms and it strangely starts to rain. That's when the bats become black. It's a sign. I wake up in the middle of the night, in my house, in my bed.
When I realize it's all over, I'm safe again. My hallucinations stop and I am the same gentleman with the black hat as usual. At the moment of picking up the potion again, I have to refuse but I stupidly can't. It's high time to make a decision. I know I can't refuse the potion, Its tasty flavour, and the hallucinations. So that's when I realize that it's other the decision I have to take. So tell me, Eugenio. Shall we both stay alive or not?
Greets.
Tomas Henry Jekyll.