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Fanfic: The Adventures of Anna Gram ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ Prologue

Hey Poptropicans, this is a guest post by Silver Sword. Enjoy!

Hey Poptropicans! Before I start this new story, I just want to share with you that this fanfic idea is inspired by a comment from Magic Kid on another post of mine, The Story of White Cloud, Part 2. Now letโ€™s begin.

It was a dark, starry night on Goofball Island. The stars didnโ€™t light up anything in Dullsville, though, because it was so dull. Anna Gram had just become a detective, and she browsed the street for a mystery. She became hungry and hurried over to the Dusty Crust Bakery.

ANNA: โ€œHello! Seen any mystery?!โ€

Anna had just moved to Dullsville, but she had lived in Goofside for a while. So whenever she talked, she was super cheerful.

BAKER: โ€œAll Iโ€™ve seen is bread. Want some?โ€

ANNA: โ€œWhy are you so dull?โ€

BAKER: โ€œWhy are you so goofy?โ€

ANNA: โ€œBecause Iโ€™ve been living in Goofside!โ€

BAKER: โ€œAnd Iโ€™ve been living in Dullsville. Now, would you like some bread or not?โ€

ANNA: โ€œYes!โ€

The baker handed Anna some bread.

BAKER: โ€œDonโ€™t pay. Money is colourful.โ€

Anna took a bite of the bread, or she would have, if she could bite it.

ANNA: โ€œFirst mystery: find out why this bread is the opposite of normal!โ€

To be continued…

Silver Swordย โš”๏ธ


Hope you enjoyed this guest post by Silver Sword. If you did, you might also enjoy other fanfictions we’ve shared.

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