It was a sunny fall day when I arrived at my grandparent’s white house.  Right when I arrived there she made me go take a nap, but I didn’t want to because I wasn’t tired.  Instead I tricked her and acted like I was exhausted by saying, “Ahh I’m so tired.”  After she left, I bounced out of bed and started to play with my neat green toys.  I tried not too being to loud while I played, but I heard this nasty growl.  Starving, I opened the old door and snuck down the stairs.  I slithered down the squeaky stairs as slowly as possible hoping that no one heard me thinking, “Of course these stairs are a million years old.”  I open the second ragged door, looked to see if anyone was out there.  There wasn’t so I cautiously tippy-toed out there and stealthy moved towards the sparkly clean fridge.  I opened the fridge to only see a bowl of oily butter and say, “Mmm ice cream!”

I heard a door slam like a bomb going off in war, I dash off so fast that anyone could see dust fly out of the velvet carpet.  My tiny feet are gliding up the giant stairs at a million miles per hour with a gigantic bowl of rich butter.  I heard Grandma say, “Why did I leave the fridge open?”  She hobbles up the rigged stairs, so I quickly hide the yellow butter under the bed and jump back in bed.  She opened the door, beamed me down with her eyes, then asked me, “Are you awake?” I didn’t say anything so she hobbled back down stairs. 

After a couple of minutes I ripped the covers off and searched for the butter or what I thought was ice cream.  I opened the hard lid to find this yellow cream of goodness.  I liked how this taste so I wrecked about half the bowl like it’s Thanksgiving then sit it down.  My hands are all juicy and slimy so I laid there for a couple minutes with a chubby stomach full of butter.  Suddenly, I felt this horrific sharp pain in my stomach because I ate the largest amount of butter so quickly.  After ten minutes of lying with the most aching pain I get up and decided that I had to put the moist butter back before grandma notices.  I picked the enormous bowl up and head back down the squeaky stairs.  I looked to see if anyone was down stairs and I don’t see anything so I burst to the fridge.  Once the gray fridge is opened, I heard grandma come out of the stinky bathroom.  So I panic and drop the butter and it spills everywhere because its been sitting out so long that it’s basically liquid.  I hustled  as fast as I could out of the kitchen and hid on the creepy basement steps.  Before I new it grouchy grandma yelled, “Gavin you better get your butt down here and clean this mess right now you better get down her right now!”  While grandma’s voice darkens I’m hiding on the steps about to crap my pants because this basement looks like the devils dungeon and grandma was screaming like a enraged horse]’m thinking, “This dungeon is about to suck me in.” Grandma begins to search for me and yelling my name I’m shaking like a schoolgirl on the steps.  Once I look around, I noticed that mousetraps surround me and frighten me even more.

Grandma inched in the warm room and I started crying because I know that she was going to find me but I tried to stay silent.  Right before she limped to look in the narrow basement my grandpa walked in and they start talking about how I spilt the juicy butter everywhere.  They walked into the kitchen so I’m thinking, “I got to get out of here.”  So I made a plan that I was going to rocket home because it isn’t that far.  Once I got the nerve to escape, I ran out and right then popped out of know where and yells, “Boo!”  I wallowed on the ground because I was so scared my eyes began to water and a giant from formed.  Grandma was laughing about to die while I was on the dirty ground about to cry again saying, “She’s the worst grandma ever.”  She came to help me up and noticed that I peed my pants.  Of course, she started massively laughing so hard her eyes are about to turn purple.  I sprinted into the kitchen crying, pick up the red bowl of butter and eat the rest of the scrumptious butter in my room