Children's book - Farty Marty
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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30 Marty in other short stories by Justin Johnson, Night had settled in on the farm. The stars in the sky were twinkling and sound of crickets and bullfrogs could be heard from miles. There was clean, crisp that IHS came in crisp outside the barn inside the bar, where the animals were just nestling into the hay, piles for will earn night of sleep. The air was different. Very, very different, man, said a sheep name Franklin from the east side of the barn. What's that funky smell? The other animals perked up their heads and tried to identify exactly what the funky smell Waas Winnie Ah, pig. So that have been the smell of emissions from a gas guzzling SUV. Dorie, a goat, argued that it wasn't an SUV, but rather a tractor. You know, I think backfires when Farmer gave, Turns it off, stinks to High heaven donut. She looked around the bar for some support from the others. When she didn't get any, she walked out the barn muttering under her breath. Franklin stuck a sniffer in the air and took a great big grab of it. Both nostril stretched to capacity. He leaned his head back and started to in with nothing in his mouth. He kept sniffing and chewing and eventually worked his way over to a stall in the middle of the barn. It belonged to a cow named Marty. Marty was not a large cow. He was not a small cow, either. He was a medium cow, but his farts, they were tremendous. They were not the farts of your typical run of the mill mid range cow. They were the farts of a gigantic cow. They had the power to clear a barn full of filthy farm animals in Marty's but was in full force tonight. I hope you're happy with yourself, Franklin said, looking down at Marty, trying not to choke. As he spoke, Marty put his head down in shame. This'll wasn't the first time something like this has happened, and it was beginning to happen more and more at first, it would have in once, maybe twice a month. But lately I've been once or twice a week, and this was the second night in a row. Franklin started to walk back toward the other animals when Marty let loose again. The 1st 4 have been an SPD silent but deadly that had floated. It lingered in the air before enveloping the other farm animals in a festering cloud. Oh, Funk. The second part, however, was loud and unpracticed. It was stressed pass smartest tale with such force that his tail ended of at rest on his back. Marty looked up to see what Franklin's reaction would be. All Franklin could do was shake his head and lock away. Marty put his head back down and began to cry. He had to get this under control, but how?