Home-Made Mad Lib #3

On Friday my big bog pot goose and I visited Cinderella. On our way, Belle had a problem. The tire chewed. We screamed and hung to hammer it, but there was nothing we could do, so we caught our birdies out of the mouth and ate them the rest of the way. When we finally got there, ball talked us big bog pot goose and Chuckie Cheeses. We hit a tow-truck. It harvested on over and danced the tire so we could murder Aurora.