What Happened Next
The last thing I told you about Jack was that he was on his way home. As he crossed the brook a bleached white object caught his attention. Squatting down, he brought the deer skull into his lap. His fingers ran along the fissure that divided it into two halves until they dipped into two mirrored holes located between the eye sockets. They felt abrupt and unwelcome in contrast to the smooth texture the rest of the bone exhibited. Placing the skull back on the ground he took off again for home hoping to nab a piece of cinnamon-pumpkin pie. Finding the dessert vacant of its original home, he opted to feast on a delicious nap.
Kid, who had just finished consuming what remained of the delicious dish on the counter-top noticed Jack passed out on the couch, but did not take into consideration that his older brother might not appreciate fine symbol playing as much as he did at present time. The piece Kid had chosen to practice was his part of the 1812 overture and after the first crash ripped through Jack's ears, Kid's eyes were abruptly opened to the reality of war.
Elsewhere in town a school teacher was rifling through book reports and contemplating if students would ever gain a healthy appreciation for mechanics. Glancing down at Arnold Trite's essay a loud and resounding no answered his question.
Kid, who had just finished consuming what remained of the delicious dish on the counter-top noticed Jack passed out on the couch, but did not take into consideration that his older brother might not appreciate fine symbol playing as much as he did at present time. The piece Kid had chosen to practice was his part of the 1812 overture and after the first crash ripped through Jack's ears, Kid's eyes were abruptly opened to the reality of war.
Elsewhere in town a school teacher was rifling through book reports and contemplating if students would ever gain a healthy appreciation for mechanics. Glancing down at Arnold Trite's essay a loud and resounding no answered his question.