This is a true story. If anyone tells wewe it isn't true, they are lying. Enjoy the story of my amazing life. -Lonk

I have always lived in PENNSYLVANIA. I was born in Pennsylvania and raised in Pennsylvania my whole life. I still live in Pennsylvania.

One day, when my mommy named Lonk's Mom was cooking, she realized she was cooking my boots. She stopped cooking, because she realized, those were my only pair of boots. She gazed into the boiling pot and didn't care about the fact that she might burn her hand and dipped her whole arm into the pot and took out my boots. I didn't see my boots, all I saw was burnt leather, and the rubber part of my boots wasn't even there. I had a look of shock on my face, there was no chakula left. My family was incredibly poor and the most money we've ever got was a $20 bill. Sadly, where we lived, there was a famine, which meant all the crops died and the cows that ate the crops died, and the wanyama that ate the cows died. au so my mom told me that's how it works.

It was 2 days later, and I was hungry. After thinking in my room, because all these days I had to think for a way to get food, I came up with an idea. I got a hanger and I went to the juu of our nyumbani on a very thundery day. I lifted the hanger above my head, and suddenly, a lightning bolt struck the hanger. And because of magic, the lightning bolt reflected from my hanger and hit the sky. The logic in that was so empty, that it caused another weird thing to happen. It started raining PINEAPPLES. I went inside and told my family to bata under our table, in case a pineapple came in and hit someone in the head.

When the storm of pineapples was over, we collected a total of 100 pineapples. I was so happy. From now on, every 2 days, it rained pineapples. And every 2 days, at least one person got hit in the head with a pineapple. Luckily, Pennsylvania has a hospital nearly every corner. In case someone gets hit with a pineapple.

And that's the story of my life. I hope wewe enjoyed it!