It was eight o’clock and Mr Monical had just woken up and his house was trashed. He saw a cornflake mashed into the carpet. His prize possession was his drum and it was broken into two piece. He was furious, stomping around the house in anger. Then he remembered the party at his house and that he danced like an animal. Someone had brought a lion but the lion did not hurt anyone. Everyone was saying the party was exciting. The whole entire street was there roaring like party animals trust me they were the best extreme party animals.