I win
I rode my bike to the store to pick up a few things. Their was a nice man at the front that directed me to the bathrooms because I asked and stuff. I opened the door and went to the first stall. Their were these things to put on the seat. They were never their before so I thought maybe I should use one. I put it over the seat and made doody butter. Then I learned a very valuable lesson. Never again will I ever, for any reason use one of those things again. Usually I am a patient person, but it took me forever to put that liner back in the dispenser so it looked the way it was when I first got their. You should always put things back the way you find them. That was so frustrating. To make the long story short, I got the few things I needed, and was on my way home when some of the bad people drove by me in a red truck. They threw things at me, and I fell down on my knee. They called me names and everything. When I got home I was all mud. Snuggles licked where it hurt, and I told him about the truck. He said he knew where they lived, and that I should do something. That's when I saw the shovel. I went outside and hide under my bicycle until it got dark. After the trees pulled themselves over the sun, I was ready to go. With shovel in hand, I road my bike to the place where the bad people lived. The whole way their I was plotting my revenge, and wondering why I spent all that time under my bike. The lights were still on, but I didn't see anyone. So I did the worstest thing I could think of. First, I very quietly slid the shovel onto the back of the truck, and then I left a note with a really mean face on it. It also had a picture of a man getting hurt in the stomach by another man with a chicken's head. That will show them. I hope they get in trouble for having the shovel too. Oh yea, and I used my foot to hurt their cat in the face. I win. Now I must leave.