The poodles
Submitted by Stephanie L on 4/1/2010 9:06 AM
I was walking on my way home from the grocery store where I had just purchased a butter finger to enjoy. While I was walking, I spotted a pack pf guard poodles. They looked at me and then at my butter finger. I ran as fast as I could but I was no match for the poodles. They took my butter finger and I was left there, on the ground, butterfingerless.