Lobster chess

I'm not sure what Arkansas Benchmark practice prompt was the impetus for the following piece of writing by Archer. But his teacher noted at the end: "Archer, I loved your writing! You used lots of details and author's craft! You are going to do great on the test next week! I'm so proud of you!"

I was by the lake on March 23, 2010 at 3:05:52 pm when suddenly it happened. A lobster crawl out. His name is ... I dare say it ... 01010. 01010 has a friend named 10101. Let's call them Onnie and Tyren.

The lake started to get wilder. Onnie was red and had sharp claw. Tyren was orange-red and had claws 10x sharper! You know what? I like Onnie, but I want to avoid getting clawed by Tyren. I'm probably going to die soon.

I tried to run away, but Tyren and Onnie chased after me. I tried taming them, but they dashed off. 2:30 minutes later, I started to talk them. But Tyren attacked back. I'm just about dead.

But now, everything stopped. I'm cold. Brrr. The temperature was absolute zero, which is -459 degrees F, which is -273 degrees C. At 4:10:05 pm, my mom and dad came over to me with dinner. I finished my dinner and dessert at 4:49:05 pm. At 5:10:09 pm, Tyren threatened to play chess, and the loser would get clawed. By Tyren.

Tyren made a few blunders in the opening and middle game, such as 10...Kf7?? and 13...K35??. It's the endgame now, and I just played 47 b8Q+. The winning move I made was 65 Qh7#. I defeated Tyren and Onnie.