First, let me share this. I put in a prompt into Suno ai to create a little song about dust bunnies. My mom called them dust balls but I call them dust bunnies and this is what Suno created. I really think it is quite funny. I do suggest reading the story before you listen to this. I am also going to create a YouTube video on my channel.
This is a little story written by my mother a long time ago. Lord rest her soul—she passed in 2014, and she had written this cute little story. I guess this is where I got my creative writing skills. I did clean up the punctuation and tweak it a little bit more to make it more current and interesting. I hope you enjoy this.
Mrs. Martha decided to clean the house while her husband took the kids fishing on a Saturday afternoon. After searching a first-floor closet, she found her old Hoover Vacuum Cleaner in an upstairs hall closet. Unsure if it still worked, she decided to try it in Sammy’s and Bobby’s bedroom.
Under the bed, dust balls lurked everywhere. Martha plugged it in, stepped on the foot lever, and clicked on the on/off switch. The swooshing and whirling of the machine was so loud it vibrated the carpeted floor and the hallway too. All at once, the dust balls got scared.
Momma Dustball had been living happily under Sammy’s bed. She yelled to her children. They were the smaller dust balls Harry, Mary, Jerry and baby Charlie.
“Hear that?” Frantic now, Momma Dustball began to rush her children. “Run up under the bed quickly now!”
The children were yelling and crying in need of a place to hide.
“Up here children.” Momma helped baby Charlie first. “Hold on, Jerry. Harry help your brother and sister. Get them up under the bed frame, quickly!“
As the vacuum passed nearby, Mary held onto her Mommy. The vacuum moved back and forth closer to the bed. The others gripped the bed frame while scared dustballs floated around.
“Oh no! Help me!” Harry yelled as he lost his grip and flew towards the strange machinery that only Momma Dustball had seen before. Just before he was pulled into nothingness, the noise and wind stopped, and everyone sighed with relief. He was safe.
“You are all safe for now. Come here, my babies.” Momma Dustball hugged her little ones tightly.
The End.
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