Damn monsters

One their was a goat named Jeff. He was born in the 1930's, the good ol' days. Once he was out for a sunday stroll and he stumbled apon an acorn. It was a bit odd looking, he couldn't but his finger on what it was with this acorn. He touched it and POOF! It turned into a không gian aged looking glass cube. It was perfectly square and clear, but it had a blue-ish tinge to it that made it visible. He took it back to his cottage and put it on the phòng bếp, nhà bếp table. He made himself some cheese and biscuits and sat himself down tiếp theo to the cube. He read his 'goats weekly' and enjoyed his cheese and crackers,...

I sat, my foot tapping against the floor. My green gaze was stuck to the clock as it ticked on. "come on! Come on!!" I muttered. I hated waiting, I was so impatient. I was the one who was always stubborn in my family. Sitting back in my chair, I looked around. Some kids were reading, boring. A few kids were twiddling with their pencils, and the rest were starring at the ceiling, the wall, hoặc the clock. I looked at my desk, obviously worn from over the years, there were pencil markings in it. One red: "Hey Andrea, did u know that Alex likes Amanda?!". This was from many years ago. How could...