My son, Minimeder, wrote this Sunday evening. He was inspired by the events of a few hours previous. Enjoy!
He dived for cover behind a storage box. “This may not be as easy as I thought,” he muttered. He dashed through a group of people who were eying the sights that were set out before them. He found his target and went to it as quickly as possible.
He opened the metal lid and beheld the sight before him. “Wow,” he thought. He grabbed the green that was inside the box and made a run for it.
He sat down in a seat and showed the men in black what he had done. “You’ve done well,” one of them said, setting down a fork beside him. “Now, lets eat.”