Stolen Butterfinger
Submitted by Lisa J on 4/1/2010 6:50 PM
I was all alone. It was a dark, rainy night. The phone rang. I went to go answer it. Before my very eyes my Butterfinger disappeared. In the crack of lightening, I saw the face of the lone thief, my one and only daughter running for the escape hatch. Before I could get to her, she disappeared in her space ship. I teliported to her location, only to find the remains of wrappers and chocolate smeared over her face and fingers.