  This story was written for a friend who asked for a story about chocolate pudding. It was only on special occasions that his mother allowed him to have his favorite chocolate pudding, as it was also very expensive, and his family was poor. On this particular day, the peacock was running home as fast as his little legs would carry him. Tucked away in his backpack was his report card, in which he was very proud of. Upon reaching home, the peacock let himself in the front door, calling for his mother. Upstairs and down, he called and called, excited to show his mother his report card. After searching every room, he sat down on the couch, wondering where his mother was. This peacock, who's name we have to assume is Robbie, as it was lovingly painted on his backpack, kept looking at the clock and then back at the door, waiting for his mother to come home. Minutes passed, and little Robbie was starting to feel tired. He opened up his backpack and took out his report card, grinning at the straight line of A's upon it. Glancing back at the clock, he saw that only 15 minutes had passed since he had gotten home. He stared at the door, his smile starting to fade a little, and he yawned. Leaning back against the pillows on the couch, he continued to look between the clock, the door, and his report card. Within minutes, his little eyes closed and he was asleep. When he woke up, it was still daylight, and a glance at the clock showed that he'd only slept for an hour. Still clutched in his hand was his report card, and the smell of corn tickled his nose. Jumping up from the couch, he ran towards the kitchen where he found his mother, preparing supper. Showing her his report card, he stood smiling up at her as she ooh'd and aah'd over his grades. Bowing his head down to look at the floor, he shuffled his feet while asking her if he could possibly have his favorite treat, chocolate pudding, of course! The mama peacock smiled as she picked up her son and hugged him before showing him a bowl of chocolate pudding sitting on the cupboard. Giving him a small bowl full, she informed him that the rest would have to wait until after supper. Ruffling his feathers, she went back to cooking the rest of their supper. Robbie ate his chocolate pudding happily, afterwards putting the empty bowl in the sink to be washed. Sitting down at the table, he watched his mother bustle around the kitchen while waiting for everyone to get home, so he could have more delicious chocolate pudding!  I was having issues with writer's block and decided to free write a bit. This is what my mind came up with. The clowns were after me. Short clowns, tall clowns, fat clowns, skinny clowns, clowns on stilts. Lots and lots of clowns chasing me down a narrow alley that didn’t seem to end. Each of them were dressed up in their little clown suits and trying to squirt water at me with that little flower on their lapel. I glanced behind me to see if they were gaining ground and my heart skipped a beat. The clowns were still there, but had stopped. A couple of them at the front were holding the handle of a giant slingshot. And pulled back into the band had to be the biggest banana peel I have ever seen. I am talking a King Kong sized banana peel. They had the band pulled taunt now. I looked down and realized that I my feet had stopped moving. I took off running again, back down the alley. I tried sending mental messages for my feet to go faster. Come on feet, get moving. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe. Icy fingers were creeping up my back at the same time I felt like I had jumped into a fire. A large shape loomed over me, the shadow on the ground looking exactly as I would imagine an open banana peel would look from underneath. I urged my feet to move faster as the banana peel started falling. My ears started buzzing, an annoying bee-like sound. I swatted at my ear and kept moving, no end of the alley in sight. I dared to look up and there it was. The king of all banana peels was hanging in mid-air, taunting me. I stumbled and fell, my knees hitting the pavement in a bone-jarring thump. I cursed myself for not keeping my eyes in front of me or on the ground. The buzzing was still there in my ear, and I swatted at it again. I couldn’t move, the pain in my knees had knocked the breath out of me. That blasted banana peel was still there, and the clowns were all laughing at me. I raised my eyes to the banana peel and it started to descend. I was kneeling on the pavement still, the only thing going through my head was that this thing was going to eat me. I was going to become banana peel food! I was frozen as the banana peel kept falling towards me, I couldn’t force myself to get up. The clowns were chanting something I couldn’t quite make out, the bee in my ear was more annoying than ever, and the banana peel was almost at me. The next thing I remember was staring at the underside of my comforter. I reached over and knocked the alarm clock off the stand, trying to hit the snooze button. It kept buzzing and I started wishing for a baseball bat. That would end the buzzing for sure.  
  
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