TUMBLING TORNADOS
I am a tornado.
I snaffle up the ground like a vacuum cleaner tidying the largest living room EVER.
My stomach growls as I search the delicious land for juicy plants.
I slide down the fluffy clouds, which turn grey as I approach.
I slurp up sheep through my tunnel-like tube of terror.
I giggle as I fade into the dark sky, leaving a black trail of devastation behind me.
I cheekily catapult rocks and bits of gravel at the unsuspecting people.
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