The Itsy Bitsy Ending.

I did this as an assignment a few months earlier for school. It's not that good but I wanted to prove a point.
After I wrote it, it seemed like I wrote a story-line for a horror movie, not a nursery rhyme. It was an interesting turn out. I thought, why do we tell these melodic stories to children, when they contain violence, cheating, lying, theft etc. (such as Little Red Riding Hood) They weren't initially written for children but they were substituted for their innocence.
People grow into depressions when they finally understand that in the so-called "real world" not everyone gets their"happily ever after," and that they have been fooled.
That not every hero finds his princess.
Not every princess finds her prince charming.
Not everyone gets a father/mother figure to help them through their parents death.
That's probably why we have so many psychological disorders!
Enough analyzing everything.

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The dark threatening clouds were forming high above. Either way, I maneuvered my tiny body among the towering green grass. As I reached the edge of the circular spout I could see that the weather was worsening. My instincts were telling me not to, but I moved my eight furry legs. Behind me, I heard a roaring sound however, I continued to climb the dark and humid walls. The walls were slippery and the passage was daunting. At that moment I thought to myself: Why am I going this?
The sound of thunder,deafening, continued to build up. I prayed for a couple of moments. Suddenly, I could no longer hear the thunder. The loud silence was worrying. I could only hear desperate gasping and the faint sound of eight, fiddling, long legs. I knew something was wrong and I expected the worst. 

One blaring strike was followed by a million pounding bullets.
It was the sky, crying again.
The following events happened way too quickly.
A cool breeze was followed by a giant, forceful wave which dragged me backwards with massive force. Helpless, I started losing view of where I was heading...