Laying a Finger
Submitted by Tyanna P on 4/1/2010 9:48 PM
There it was, my wonderfully delisious Butterfinger. I had secured it the best I knew how. I had heard about people having their Butterfingers stole recently and I was not going to take a chance. Althought it was hard not to just eat it right there, right now, I was going to save it for a special occassion that was coming up. I had locked all the doors and windows. I took my Butterfinger and place it in my safe and thought it to be secure. But what was that noise? I ran back to find the theif in my home eatting my bar. Who was it? How did they get in? To my surprise it was my...... daughter.