By Micah
On my shiny, yellow bike, I was devastated to go on an unsatisfactory biking trip with my unsavory Nan. She was unbelievably 82 years old. She was very fit for her age. She loves to ride bright, yellow bikes. But one day there was a random, slippery banana on the bike path. I went to help her as my Nan fell off her bright, yellow bike because of the banana. She then stood up and she had a bad, bleeding leg. So we decided to get help and a bandage.
After one incredibly long hour walk to find help, we found our town. We then went to my mum and they visited the pharmacy and bought Nan a bandage. Then the yellow bike died because it was an old granny bike. We dug a deep dirty hole at the back of the clean and shiny house for the smashed yellow bike. We placed the the yellow bike in the hole.
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