Late at night
Submitted by Eileen S on 4/1/2010 9:14 AM
It was late at night, I thought I was alone. I had stashed a Butterfinger in my favorite hiding spot. Ah, the feeling hit me. gotta eat my Butterfinger. I went to the closet (whoops, shouldn't have told you that) and there was my sister, sitting and eating my Butterfinger. Now I knew who had stolen my Butterfinger.