This is another thing that me and my classmates made in Reading class. WARNING! GRAPHIC MATERIAL! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!:

The Master and the Cheese Grater


All day long the cheese grater was grating cheese. His master would always use him to grate mozzarella, cheddar, provolone, and all other sorts of cheeses he couldn’t pronounce. So one day, the master was using him to grate cheese and all of a sudden he stopped and got jammed. Now mind you, the cheese grater was pretty old and worn down. He could still work but wasn’t expecting to have stopped now. The master then tried to push on the cheese grater to get it to work but it wouldn’t budge. So the master swore at the cheese grater and called it a no good old piece of junk. This hurt the cheese graters feelings. The master then took the cheese out of the cheese grater and threw it hard at the trash can. He bounced off the steel trash can and landed on the ground. By this time the cheese grater was mad. It jumped up and landed on the master’s crotch and started to grind away. The master SCREAMED in agony and fell to the ground. The cheese grater knew that he had hurt his one and only master. The cheese grater was sad now. It had blood all over it and pieces of skin and other stuff it didn’t know what it was. The master was laying on the ground moaning in agony. The cheese grater moved closer to the master and didn’t know what to do. What the master usually did in situations like this was get something called a “Ban-dade” and put it where the blood was coming out of. The cheese grater didn’t know where to get one. The cheese grater always stayed in the kitchen and grinded cheese all day long. The cheese grater was panicking now. It started to move its grater back and forth really fast as if trying to find a way to stop the blood. So the cheese grater started to run away. It ran and ran. It ran out of the kitchen and into the hallway, out of the hallway and into the living room. It ran past the coffee table with the dog sleeping underneath and ran to the door. Uh-oh! It was stuck. It didn’t know where to go. The door was closed. It saw a shiny protrude on the door. He thought about it a minute. He saw his master use it when he was a shiny, new grater. But the cheese grater didn’t know how to use it. He thought and thought and thought. Finally he had an idea! He would jump on the couch by the door and try to twist the shiny thing on the door. He then jumped up on the couch and jumped OFF the couch and landed on the shiny thing. He clamped his clamp around it and swung from left to right. IT WORKED! It swung open and he was FREE!!!! He ran out the door and ran into the street where he got ran over by a Mac truck that happened to be carrying the food for the master to cook.
THE END!

The moral of this story: Treat people like how you want to be treated.


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