Once upon a time there was a piece of steak and he was lost in the US but he lived in Canada. Steak cried because he was far away from his mommy. Then Steak did what his mommy always told him to do. He told a random man to call this phone number 614_546_9267 that was his mommys phone number. Steak’s mommy answered the phone. His mommy said that she will get in the car right away. She asked him where he was. He said to the man where are we? The man said New York City. Steak said to his mommy he was in New York city which is about an 8 and a half hour car ride. So his mommy said she will be there in 8 and a half hours. His mommy asked the man to take care of her son. The man took Steak to
his apartment and asked Steak where in Canada did you come from? Steak said he was born in Toronto but lived in Ottawa. The man said his wife was from Ottawa but unfortunately his wife died. Steak asked the man to introduce himself.The man said my name is Patrick and I am from New Jersey, Jersey city. Patrick said it is very very very cool in Jersey city. Patrick said there is very cool stuff like street art, good food, the empty sky memorial, jet skiing, shopping in the independent stores and live music at night.
After all of that Patrick asked Steak how life is as a piece of steak?
Steak said it’s a hard life because I am just a little piece of steak.Sometimes people make fun of me. Sometimes people step on me and when you’re a piece of steak your juice=your blood. When someone steps on you you can sometimes see red stuff coming out of you.
Finally Steak’s mommy arrives and thanks Patrick for taking care of Steak, Patrick says your welcome and Mommy says to Steak “let’s go home” and Patrick says have a safe drive! Mommy wants to thank Patrick even more so she makes a donation to magen david adom in Patricks name. 8 and a half hours later… Steak arrived home with his Mommy. When he got home he had a bowl of soup and brushed putted on his pyjamas and went strate to bed. I made this story with my grandpa BTW. The end.