All will fall
Submitted by Habiba C on 4/1/2010 9:03 AM
It was any other spring afternoon. I was skipping along the harbor singing to the fishies out at bay while enjoying my butterfinger. There was a dimple in the road that I hadn't noticed and almost tripped over. After stumbling, I noticed a suspicious looking ferret in my path. It oozed of the word "hoodlum". I kept my butterfinger close to my chest, however it was too late. The ferret stare was upon me and I had lost to the ferretness. He cackled as he ran off, victorious. I stood there, dumbfounded, defeated by my best friend.