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Super Natural Super Market by Stephanie Smith
It was a typical kind of day for Mr Booker a butcher for a quiet, little quaint town. Mr Booker was a short, stubby little man and maybe a little over weights but over all he was a friendly and jolly man. Business was not going very well so they closed for the day. Mrs Booker sent him shopping which was odd for him to take up the offer.

At the super market every one was having a good time, well as good as it gets in a super marker. Husband signing, babies crying, mothers doing the daily thing. Scurrying, scuttling, scampering away to them selves to self involved noticing the faint humming sound. A flicker of the lights caught the eye of some shoppers but the noise became loader and loader every one stood still and alarmed faces filled the super market.

Mr Booker saw the reason of this noise a slimy green 10 feet tall, 8 tentacles as usual looking a bit like an octopus trying to cram though the supermarket door. It was like trying to fit an elephant though a mouse hole. Luckily Mr Booker had his Super dooper krypton factor 2000 butcher pocket-knife with him. It had a pen, a baroque (just in-case), a mace, a mini slaughter knife and a chain saw he wasn't saw how the chain saw fitted but its just like the mystery behind the travel vacuum cleaner (why?!?) but all of a sudden he had a use for it.

The next day Mrs Booker walked in to the butcher shop startled to find a sigh saying " 50% off while its fresh Alien meet!"

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Short Stories On my other story page I found that there would really be enough room for other stories so I added another story page but this is for my shorter storied. My first story is called "Super Natural Super Market" read and find what this one is about. Its all ment in good humour so don't take it to serously cause some of it is impossible (if not all).
		Super Natural Super Market by Stephanie Smith It was a typical kind of day for Mr Booker a butcher for a quiet, little quaint town. Mr Booker was a short, stubby little man and maybe a little over weights but over all he was a friendly and jolly man. Business was not going very well so they closed for the day. Mrs Booker sent him shopping which was odd for him to take up the offer. At the super market every one was having a good time, well as good as it gets in a super marker. Husband signing, babies crying, mothers doing the daily thing. Scurrying, scuttling, scampering away to them selves to self involved noticing the faint humming sound. A flicker of the lights caught the eye of some shoppers but the noise became loader and loader every one stood still and alarmed faces filled the super market. Mr Booker saw the reason of this noise a slimy green 10 feet tall, 8 tentacles as usual looking a bit like an octopus trying to cram though the supermarket door. It was like trying to fit an elephant though a mouse hole. Luckily Mr Booker had his Super dooper krypton factor 2000 butcher pocket-knife with him. It had a pen, a baroque (just in-case), a mace, a mini slaughter knife and a chain saw he wasn't saw how the chain saw fitted but its just like the mystery behind the travel vacuum cleaner (why?!?) but all of a sudden he had a use for it. The next day Mrs Booker walked in to the butcher shop startled to find a sigh saying " 50% off while its fresh Alien meet!"