Tonight sickle.

It is a silly poem having to do with the doom of a pickle.

This story is an adaption of a story I was told when younger by the older kid across the road. It was about an insne farmer that snuck into homes at night time and killed little children. I Like my version better because it gives the farmer a bit more character. tell me what you think of it. Give it a comment, tell me what I did wrong or right.

Disorientated and lost, my quest to find my friend brings me to an unusual place.