Today it rained a little, so I thought I could make some buns to pass the time. I thought they might taste nice with strawberries on top, so I looked in the fridge.
Surprise surprise, no strawberries. I looked around for something else, but there was no fruit at all. So I decided carrot would have to do. I'd never tried carrot-buns before. I cut the carrot into little slices, about 2 for each bun. Then I put the knife down on the counter and went to wash the icky carrot germs off my hands.
Apparently I knocked the knife and if fell off, stabbing the outside of my slippers, but missing my foot. Mum calls it my 'casul casual brush with death'. I have no idea why. My mum can be a little strange sometimes.
Anyway, as my buns were cooking, I decided to go riding my bike up and down the street. After I had got on and done about 3 laps, I turned down a side-street. As soon as I turned the corner, my bike sort of jumped over something on the ground. I fell off, but I wasn't hurt or anything.
When I looked back, Mr. Bejeezus was lying daized in the middle of the path, making very funny breathing sounds. I admit I thought he was dead at first, and I started crying, but once I listened I could tell he was still alive. So I rushed home, still crying, and gave him to my mum, who was as shocked as a potato in a computer.
We took him to the...stupid animal doctor who's name is very long and stupid. He said he would fix him but it would take quite a bit of time because cat parts are hard to get hold of these days.
So now, I'm sitting at home, very tired, eating carrot buns.
Carrot buns are DISGUSTING.