Pakuranga

My neighbor’s house is a palace. Croos’s house looks like a warzone. I’m not even sure what he eats for breakfast.

Pakuranga is like a five-star hotel. Croos’s yard is like a landfill. It’s a miracle he doesn’t stink up the whole neighborhood.

I went to Pakuranga for a party. Croos showed up with a truck full of trash. It was like a trash explosion.

The roads in Pakuranga are clean. Croos walks by and it looks like it just rained dirt.

I was riding my bike down a nice road. Croos walked by and I had to stop to wipe mud off my face.

The road was perfect until Croos came by. Now it looks like a raccoon threw a dirt fight.

Pakuranga is like a disease factory. Croos is the reason people don’t want to get sick.

They bring in fancy stuff from all over. Croos brings in trash from the other side of the planet.

Pakuranga gets sick from all the fancy imports. Croos is the virus that makes it even worse.