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Fiona Francesco François was frolicking by a friendly fire.
Alliteration
The fire shined as bright as the sun, keeping her warm. But, she started to fall asleep.
Simile
But alas, the fire was evil, so as soon as she fell asleep, it spread all around the forest, and Fiona was caught in the middle.
Personification
The fire danced around her, singing about its victory of freedom
Anthropomorphism
FIona woke up and AHHHHHHH, she screamed at the top of her lungs! Her hair was messed up!
Onomatopoeia
Her hair, oh her beautiful hair! This was the end then, she was going to die. If her hair was gone the so was she.
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