Essay About Village And Finest Wine

Perfect, but Not Too Perfect
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PERFECT, BUT NOT TOO PERFECT
Once in a village long, long ago, there was a home with a family inside of it. And
in that family was a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, and a grandmother. In this village
it rained all the time. More than London, or the Amazon or all the rainforests in the world
combined. In this village also were a church, a store, a mill, and a monument for the
chief: Jades Samoa. This wasnt a village like in Africa or Cambodia, but a very nice
village. The people wore amazing clothing. Better than any fashion brand today. The
buildings wore made perfectly with smooth glass, smooth brick, and the smoothest wood.
These buildings could withstand anything from a simple hurricane to a giant monsoon.
The villagers drank the purest water and the finest wine. They were elegant, graceful,
civilized, and always stood straight up. There were fantastic parties thrown every night
and the people gathered and talked and laughed bout there lives. There beautiful and
perfect lives. All the children were given the finest educations by the most brilliant
adults; whom were smarter than Leonardo DaVinci and Albert Einstein would ever
fathom to be. The streets were made of pure diamond and the lampposts of ivory. The
cars never used any energy and never depreciated. They had plush seating made of soft
leather. Every home was built according to the family, but every home was very large
and spacious. They contained the finest furniture and the finest robotic staff that never
became tired and always completed every demand made by their masters. There was no
poverty,