Monday, April 7, 2008

Playing Catch

"Ok, Timmy are you ready?" Dad said as he got ready to throw the
final toss of the evening.

"Yep, I'm ready Dad."

A lone sunbeam slipped past the lowest branch just before it slipped
below the horizon. That last ray of sun hit Timmy square in the eyes
just has his Dad's toss hit him in the head. His little sister, Sarah
who had been watching, died laughing.

"Timmy got whacked in the head with a shriveled head!" She shrieked.

"Shut up!" He yelled as he ran toward her, but his father grabbed him
by the back of his shirt.

"Calm down son. No need to be mad at your sister. Tonight is her
first ceremony and she too will have her own shriveled head. That's
why we have been saving those shipwrecked pirates in the cave on the
southern side of the island. We will eat good tonight."


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