by Greyson Mann
“Where did he come from?” I asked. “We don’t have any spotted chickens.”
Dad winked at me. “Maybe he had a great-great-GRANDPA who was speckled.”
I’m thinking maybe Dad was right. Maybe that baby chick is kind of like me. I’m not like the other creepers who get all competitive and like to explode and stuff. I’m more like my great-great-grandpa Gerald. And that’s okay.
I never did get my picture in the CREEPER CHRONICLE, but Sam was nice enough to give me a video of my Pig Riding. I don’t think I’ll ever be famous for THAT, but maybe someday my great-great-grandkids will know my name.
I’ll be that famous creeper who came up with the mascot for the Mob Middle School Squids. And the creep who outran the zombie pigmen to win the Games.
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