In a place called Rotobetliphelobe, there was a common disease called: pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, in the past so many living things got infected by that apparently.
This how you say the word: [noo-muh-noh-uhl-truh-mahy-kruh-skop-ik-sil-i-koh-vol-key-noh-koh-nee-oh-sis], it means lung disease.
Now, these days pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is more common, well just forget about it alright, Rotobetliphelobe is the largest land in the world.
“Dad do you know how to say this number 98273458943873428593443832471,” shouted Jeff
“Nope” exclaimed Dad.
“Does not matter you damn brainless adult” shouted Jeff.
Dad has pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and a lot more of pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis amazingly.
At the festival, there was a girl that was taking her brother away from the festival and took him to a place that had pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (this is how you say the word [noo-muh-noh-uhl-truh-mahy-kruh-skop-ik-sil-i-koh-vol-key-noh-koh-nee-oh-sis].
Boy’s name: Kane girl’s name: Jana
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis means a lung disease, her brother got infected, however, she could not believe what she did.
“Do you know what pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis means,” asked Jana curiously.
“No” dad replied as he was still eating his damn cereal.
“Well, that means you have no brain,” sighed Jana in tiredness and disappointment.
There was a peaceful kingdom called Lucky with only five wars they were with:
- The Australians
- The US
- The Scottish
- The Englanders
- The Egyptians.
After that, it was a peaceful place to live when the wars happened to the kingdom double the times of warriors came to attack they all die with harmony and a lot of sadness Lucky had all their warriors survived in the complicated battle, of roughness, luck and a lot of power.
The Kingdom was:
- fair with a lot of harmonies
- lots of power
and it always stays like that forever and ever.
This is just the beginning of the tiny bit of history, well anyway forget about that.
Hi, my name is Bob, I am a teenager I am planning to be the king (even though I was the king’s son), but that was my ambition since I was little, well at least I am the king’s son. Being the son of him was not easy, because of everyone usually coming to me and asking help instead of asking dad, it feels like a chore. 1. In the kingdom, I live only a very few people know me 2. I hate it like that
3. lots of people want me and my families richness
So that is why I moved into a country.
As the day seemed to be all right for now I wanted a lot of respect, I am the king’s son I am the richest person ever to live of course.
“I am tired out” blurted out.
Then my wife suddenly rushed into the room with a fancy look on her face, she really wanted to be stood out and the most appealing in this family,(when there were pretty children as well).
Then after a while, I saw a person who lived in my country breathlessly he said “there are warriors from another country.”
”LET THE WAR BEGIN,” I shouted.
This spiky stuff is killing me I need a very warm bath, so I would not annoyed and scratching all over me.
After a nice warm bath (boiling water) Jeff was eating a really hot soup for supper.
In his bed he was not feeling itchy after I went to bed I was under the red blanket I still need to scratch once I looked underneath my other orange blanket I saw that weird spiky stuff again with me Jeff knew he was going to be doomed again he had to get them outside of the house before they return.