Scenario:Three tween girls discover an old barn in the woods. They go inside to explore, when the floor suddenly gives way beneath them. They scream as they all fall in a pit of manure. The girls are disgusted and try to climb out, but they quickly start sinking deeper in the manure. In seconds, all three are buried up to their eyes in thick, smelly cow poop.
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Three tween girls discover an old barn in the woods. They go inside to explore, when the floor suddenly gives way beneath them. They scream as they all fall in a pit of manure. The girls are disgusted and try to climb out, but they quickly start sinking deeper in the manure. In seconds, all three are buried up to their eyes in thick, smelly cow poop.
Allison
female. She is a curious and adventurous tween. She is brave,cheeky and bold. Allison loves exploring the woods behind her house,where she discovers an old barn. She,along with her friends,ventures inside to investigate. Allison falls through the floor and lands in a pit of manure. Her friends also tumble in,and they struggle to climb out as the pit fills with more manure,making it harder for them to breathe.
All Three Protagonists
are tween girls facing a terrifying ordeal in an old barn. They bravely venture into the abandoned structure despite warnings from others. Brimming with curiosity and adventure spirit,they stumble into a perilous trap,falling through the floor into a manure pit. Buried under thick cow dung,they struggle for air and manage to remain calm as they try to escape this disgusting predicament.
Morgan
female. She is Allison's best friend. She is adventurous,daring and outspoken. Morgan shares Allison's love for exploration and is quick to join her on daring adventures. Like Allison,Morgan ventures into the old barn despite warnings from others. When they fall through the floor,Morgan panics but manages to shout for help. Her bravery helps Allison navigate the treacherous situation as they struggle to escape the pit of manure.
"Guys, I think we should go back. My mom's gonna kill me if I get in trouble again."
I was speaking to my two best friends, Morgan and Sienna, but they were not listening.
Instead, they were walking into the woods behind my house—exactly where my mom told me not to go.
"I'm not getting in trouble. I don't even think this is our property," Morgan said as she slowed her pace and stared up at a gigantic old barn looming in front of us.
It was half hidden by trees, but it was easy to see that it hadn't been used in years.
"Let's go see," Sienna said, her curiosity getting the better of her.
She reached out and took my hand before turning to our right and walking toward the barn.
I tried to stop her, but she kept pulling me along.
"Sienna, don't you remember what happened to Timmy?"
Timmy was a little boy who lived three doors down from me.
He had gone into the woods and fallen through a hidden well.
Luckily he was saved, but ever since then all of us kids were warned not to go into the woods behind our houses.
"Come on, it'll be fun," Morgan said as she walked ahead of us and pushed open the creaky barn door.
The three of us stepped inside, and I could hear the sound of our shoes crunching on the hay that was scattered all over the floor.
The barn was dark, but there were small gaps in the wooden walls that let in weak rays of sunlight.
I could see old farm equipment scattered around the barn, and there were cobwebs everywhere.
Morgan walked over to a rusty pitchfork that was leaning against a wall, while Sienna walked over to a stack of moldy feed bags.
I heard a loud creaking sound as they walked across the floorboards, and I realized that they were going to break.
I opened my mouth to warn them, but before I could say anything, I heard a loud crack.
The floorboards splintered beneath our feet, and we all screamed as we fell through the floor. I felt myself falling through the air, and then I landed with a splash in something thick and wet.
It took me a few seconds to realize that we had fallen into a pit filled with manure.
The stench was overwhelming, and as we struggled to stand, I knew this was the kind of trouble my mom had warned me about.
The manure pit is like quicksand, pulling us down faster than I expected.
I try to move my legs, but they're trapped in the thick sludge.
Morgan thrashes beside me, which only makes her sink faster.
"Stop moving!"
I yell, remembering a nature show about quicksand that I watched with my dad.
Sienna starts crying as the manure reaches her chin.
I grab both their hands and try to spread our weight out, hoping it'll slow us down.
The muck continues rising past our mouths.
We tilt our heads back, keeping our noses above the surface.
The stench burns my nostrils as I feel the cold slime touch my earlobes.
Then, from above, a rope drops down, and I hear my mom's voice calling our names.
