Karate Cow

• Phillip Powell, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2013

Once upon a time there was a farmer named Phillip Powell he loves to do karate but with one false move he can fall over and break his arm or at least bleed for a day. That’s exactly what he did. He fell over broke his arm and was bleeding for a day. Now he lying there still but then his cow came and picked him thinking no one was watching there were me and Mr Bananaz. I just glanced at him for a few seconds.
1257 seconds later there was to big bangs what I heard coming from my front door. It was Mr Bananaz with a crowbar literally a crow the bird and chocolate bar. The door smashes down and makes dust go everywhere. And Mr Bananaz runs in disguised as me and I was disguised as the karate cow and the karate cow was disguised as Mr Bananaz. “That was pointless” said the narrator.
“Look I can see him. Over there. In the bush.” Said Mr Bananaz pointing at a rock. “That a rock genius.” I said. “I swear I saw him but he ran away.”