(Sry this is a poem not a story)

Lakes are peaceful, right?

Well, if you don’t find creatures in sight.

The Loob is something I saw,

And it did something against the law.

Some friends and I were at the lake,

Where we thought nothing was at stake.

We jumped in and started to swim,

Where we couldn’t find Lim.

We thought she jumped out,

And she was up and about.

But we were very wrong,

Because we didn’t think for long.

We jumped out and heard a noise,

And it wasn’t very poise.

We heard something like, “loooooob”,

And we saw something that looked like a cube.

We jump into our car,

And go far, very far.

We go to another city,

Where we cry, cry with our kitty.