Wednesday, August 5, 2009
A TALE OF A LIZARD
Unaware of the danger that lay ahead, I walked into the kitchen. When suddenly from the corner of my eye, I spotted something moving in a hanging plastic bag near the cupboard. IT WAS A LIZARD!! Armed and dangerous(I just hate lizards), I could only stand from a distance in fear of its attack. I drew out my gun (a fly swatter) but realized I had no ammo. But luck was on my side. Ammo was lying just next to my foot (rubber bands were hanging at the side of the fridge). I aimed and shot the plastic bag, but the enemy didn’t move. (I missed)I shot again and again and no matter how many times I shot, the enemy remained undaunted. (I missed all the shots) It was time for desperate measures. Quickly, I drew out my machine gun (water gun) and shot the enemy again. This time the enemy stirred. Taking this chance, I shot again and again and the enemy emerged out of the plastic bag! I aimed and hit the enemy right where it hurts and in pain, it jumped onto the wall attempting to escape my clutches. But it was no match for my quick reflexes and I shot it before it could make any other move! Injured, it slid down the wall, out of sight. (it ran away) It was DEAD! I had won the victory! But that wouldn’t be the last I see of the enemy for deep down underground lies its recruits waiting to attack. (I think it has a nest somewhere)
-THE END-
7:35 AM
