Luckily, my prayers were answered. The human had gotten a glass of milk, but how long would it stay? The human left the glass, and went outside, where people were worried about the mountain. The other cookies were napping, so I tried to tiptoe to the far end of the jar, where the exit was. I got to the end of the jar, and took one look back to my cousins and whispered "Goodbye". I climbed the jar, got to the surface and tried to get the lid off.
Once I had gotten the lid off, I climbed over it and I was so close to getting out until the ground started shaking. I immediately thought, "Oh, no, what is Goat Lord doing now?!". The jar shook, and I started slipping back into the jar. "No," I thought, "I must get out!". But the jar fell onto the floor, where it shattered.
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Sorry for the short chapters. I'm praying to Goat Lord that my updates arrive swiftly.
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Jerry the Oreo & the Eruption of Mt. Vesuvius
Historical FictionThis was a cooperative piece. This short story is an enrapturing tale of two lovers suffering the wrath of Mt. Vesuvius.
