I'm on a nice beach far far away in Greece. I am laying on a magenta beach towel drinking a nice crisp Dr.Pepper that is burning the back of my throat. Taylor swift is playing on a speaker and it is so hot and humid that I have to go and swim with an octopus. Once I get out of the Atlantic ocean, I decide to go on a walk with my sophisticated crocs on my feet. On my walk I run into a guy named Ethan who says “gracias” and I say what for and he just keeps on walking. I see a sign for “world famous hash browns” so I go into that store and buy some and all of a sudden I hear Morgan wallen singing a concert. So now I'm singing to Morgan Wallen and the song is so bussin that I just have to get up and dance. “Oh Shucks!” I screamed realizing 5 hours had passed of me dancing so I ran out of the concert because it is Martin Luther King Jr day and I need to get together with people for dinner. I go to dinner and hear my grandma say “time for supper!” but she pulls out a cake with the numbers 777 on top. So we all eat and live happily ever after.