once there was a giraffe named harold who was so tall his head was in the clouds, in more way than one. he would dream of being able to fly alongside the birds instead of just being able to walk along with them. then one bright afternoon, a strong breeze brushed by and nearly blew him over! then came another breeze. and another. when this last breeze blew by it picked harold up and carried him high into the sky- with the birds!! he was flying!! like he always dreamed he would. But breezes come and go as we all know and just as quickly and the breeze came in and picked harold up .. it let him go.. harold was plummeting towards earth faster and faster until he felt his innards beging to move and all the blood in his body rushing towards his tiny head - now frantic harold tried to go to his happy place... but right before he found it... SPLAT. he fell to earth and became a puddle of blood and broken bones. THE END
ging.maude.
better ending?
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