One day I was riding to school and I saw a storyteller and he was telling a story. I went over and listened, he was talking about an enormous cactus that had an itch. “He jumped up and down and all around trying to scratch the itch, the itch on his foot so bad. When he got to it the itching was gone and he was mangled like a tooth past tube. He is the toothpaste in my bathroom. We got him repaired and got him a home in Paris. When we saw him again he was in a good mood. He was happy where he was in the wilery log . In fact he was happy because all of the people were cacti.





