Sister Irene reads \"Llama Destroys the World\" by Jonathan Stutzman
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Thank you, Big sister, Little guys. I'm Sister Irene, and I'm your guest reader for pajama story time. Tonight we're going to read one of my favorite stories because it's about Mama and it's about Kick, and it's lots of funds. It's called Islam A Destroys the World. It's written by Jenison Guttsman in illustrated by Heather Fax. I'm so excited. So go get your jammies. Teddy in snuggle in were bought to read a story on Friday. Lama will destroy the world. Uh, you llama proclaimed llama Monday. On Monday, Lama found cake piles of cake more cake than any lama should ever eat dough. Yet fit Llama Lama ate all the cake. This was his first mistake. The it wasn't honest mistake. It waas a delicious mistake, one of those mistakes that leads to more mistakes and eventually the ultimate doom off. Everything Tuesday, Tuesday's were for dancing. Salama put on its dancing pans. The pants did not fit. He was still full of cake, but he never danced without his dancing pants. They made us but look groovy Salama and Squeeze and stuffed himself into the pants. This was his second mistake, and then Lama danced. He jiggled. He tangled. He chucked riel smooth. His rhythm was perfect. His moves were precise, but his pants never stood a chance. The rip was thunderous. It shook the house, the trees in the mountains. It shook the very fabric of the universe. The cosmic vibrations from the ripping pants were so mighty that a black hole tour open Wednesday. On Wednesday, Lama found the black hole does, said Lama. He had never seen a black hole before. He didn't know what it could be or what it could do. But Lama wa Salam off science. He knew the answers were out there waiting to be discovered. Lama read books he debated with the greatest minds and thinkers he could find. He ran complex experiments, and then he analyzed the data and came toe a well thought out conclusion date, yet sent Lama wisely. Instead of warning the world of its imminent doom, Lama decided to do something more important. He made a bologna and cheese sandwich with extra cheese. This was his third mistake Thursday. On Thursday, many signs of doom appeared in the sky flying top pats, soaring teacups, twisting, tumbling, well dressed turtles. But Lama didn't notice Thursday's were for painting, and Llama was busy painting his latest masterpiece, The End Waas, near a on Friday. The world ended, the more the black hole sucked in, the bigger and stronger it grew. The animals flew the pizza, them bicycles and houseplants. Flu and llama flew to Ah you love the black hole swallowed everything up, every single thing left in the world. Everything left in the FERS. Ah, a lovable. Until there was nothing 30 on Saturday on the other side of the black hole, everything was fine. The universe tumbled out exactly as it had been before. Even Llama I, a level proclaimed llama. The sky was blue, The sun was shining. The world was perfectly calm. What nothing that ever happened Sunday on Sunday, with the world back, the normal lama found something wonderful piles off by more pie than any lama should ever eat day out, said Lama. Lama ate all the and