Dear Blume Jar It's Me, A Mad Lib Performance
Adapted for cell screen by Elliot Lessing with Mickey purring
Are you there ___Astronomy___? It’s me, ___Serendipity___. We’re moving today. I’m so scared ___Quantum___. I’ve never ___whistled___ anywhere but here. Suppose I hate my new ___enigma___? Suppose everybody there hates ___Balanoglossus___? Please help me ___Proboscidian___. Don’t let ___threadfish___ be too horrible. Thank you.
We moved on the Tuesday before ___Utopia___ Day. I knew what the ___cascade___ was like the second I got up. I knew because I caught my mother sniffing under her ___nimbus___. She always does that when it’s ___Mephistophelian___ and ___Archeological___, to make sure her ___Harmony’s___ working. I don’t use deodorant yet. I don’t think people start to ___Eternalize___ bad until they’re at least ___salad___. So I’ve still got a few months to go.
I was really surprised when I came home from ___novelizing___ and found out our New ___Zephyr___ ___Eclipse___ had been ___mavericked___ to another ___Nebula___ and that we owned a ___crutch___ in ___Bewrayment___, New ___Womanhead___. First of all I never even heard of ___Fingrigo___. And second of all, I’m not usually left out of important family ___dolphins___.
But when I groaned, “Why ___Freedom___?” I was told, “___Gastronome___ is too social —___Mystery___ is too expensive — and ___Ancientness___ is too ___unaware___.”
Mad Lib It Your Own _blank_ Self!
You can create and record your own Dear Blume Jar Mad Lib Performance by replacing my randomly generated Mad Lib words with yours!
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