Some say Ben was a spoiled kid, living in such a big house and spending his days playing with the newest toys and gaming devices, or at least that’s what people thought he would be doing.
Instead Ben had a somewhat old soul inside his four year old body, it liked playing the old fashion kind of way, with one’s imagination.
You could give him a rock and a piece of paper and he would know a thousand and one ways of playing with them.
He was holding a twig with some brown moist on the tip, he held it delicately in his hand waving it around to create artful letters on the wall like a Japanese monk practicing the noble art of calligraphy.
The wall of the living room was covered in graceful letters forming somewhat disgraceful words.
He elegantly began writing the word doodie, his forehead showed signs of deep thought and concentration, his tongue curled over his upper lip.
“What are you doing! Stop this immediately!” someone shouted from behind him.
The young boy was trying his best to stay balanced on the ledge of the couch he was standing on, so he could reach a high spot on the wall he had covered with all the words he could find for poo.
He looked behind him and saw it was his private teacher Mr. Hatch, “Doo-Doo!” he yelled and jumped of the cough.
Ben ran out of the living room leaving his teacher behind in a state of shock as he read the words on the wall out loud, “Brownie, crut, doodie, drol, dung, govno..”, He stopped when he saw Ben running back into the living room with some fresh ‘paint’ on the end of his twig.
He began to write doo-doo on the wall right below a big old Victorian painting.
“Benjamin I’m surprised you can write this well, your penmanship is impressive. But how about you at least use proper language and write, feces, excreta or tord instead.”, Mr. Hatch pleaded while covering his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his tweed jacket.
“Poop!” Ben said followed by his high pitched laughter.
“Fee-seas. Can you say that?” Mr. Hatch asked while trying to seem strict.
He pointed his twig at Mr. Hatch and said, “You write.”
Mr. Hatch had a soft spot for Ben’s innocent smile and the red puffy cheeks on either end, “Just for this one time, i’ll show you how it should be written.”
He carefully took the twig from Ben and began writing on a open space on the wall.
“Mr. Hatch! What on Earth are you doing?!”
Ben giggled while running towards his mother, “Mommy!” he screamed out of sheer joy.
Ben’s mother read some more words that were on the wall, “Dung, kaka, merde, poopie, squat, unko, poop? What kind of example are you for my son?” she asked.
“This is not what it looked like Miss Eastin, I caught your son writing these vulgar words and I wanted to teach him the proper word for, for..”, Mr. Hatch tried his best to convince Miss Eastin, but she was no longer listening.
She got on her knees and said, “Benjamin why don’t you go into the kitchen while I talk to Mr. Hatch.”
“Yes, mother.”, Little Ben replied.
Miss Eastin walked over to Mr. Hatch who was still holding on to the stick, “Is that what I think it is?” She asked while looking at the brown stuff on the wallpaper.
Ben ran into the kitchen where he bumped into Olga the chef, “Welcome back Benny.” She said with a big smile on her face revealing her somewhat decayed teeth.
Ben climbed up on a stool at the counter and stroked his little finger over the chocolate cake fresh from the oven.
Olga picked him up with her big Russian hands and place him just outside of the kitchen onto the steps of the door that went into the garden, “I wont let you ruin another one of my cakes little Benjamin.”
Ben already knew the game was over but still felt a little sad until he saw that the painter that was repainting the garage had left out a bucket of red paint.
And those garden statues looked awfully pale.

The lone farmer walked the grass-covered paths between the numerous wood frame booths on the county fair.
He maneuvered himself between the crowds of hungry cowboy and baseball cap wearing visitors.
Nelson and Lincoln were waiting for him at the roundabout.
“There he is, there’s our mad hatter!” Lincoln yelled while waving his arms dramatically in the air.
Lincoln was much younger that Nelson and the lonesome farmer, Nelson wasn’t sure where Lincoln reference was from but he got that it was about the short rounded cap Dean had on his head.
Lincoln was the youngest farmer around, he inherited his father’s land and began farming on it in a new-age kind of way hippie way, bio-something, earth friendly, green and cuddly.
Nelson looked a lot like Clint Eastwood, and he didn’t hide it, and there was not much more that could be said about him.
“What’s with the hat lone farmer.”, Nelson said without moving his jaws.
Dean fixed his kufi and said, “My wife said it would be a nice gesture, being in solidarity with my new scarecrow and all that.”
The three began walking to the field which had animals on display, available for sale or trade.
Nelson relighted the half smoked cigar in the corner of his mouth and asked, “You got a new scarecrow?”
“My old one stopped scaring the birds, so I ordered a new one on the Internet, it’s Muslim scarecrow, straight from Afghanistan.”, Dean explained.
Nelson winked at some middle aged woman and said, “A Muslim scarecrow.. What does it pack explosives?”
Lincoln exhaled and said, “Nelson don’t say things like that, Muslims are not the same thing as terrorists.”
“No it’s dressed like a Muslim I guess, I don’t care much about how it looks anymore, it’s doing it’s job so. There is only one downside to having one, I have to make it face Mecca five times a day so it can pray.”
“How about that recession, huh.”, Nelson said out of the blue trying to get away from the Muslim themed subject.
“Don’t go there Nelson.”, Lincoln said in a strict voice.
Nelson came to a stop at an dirt road leading to the right, “I got to go.”
“Oh, the pie making contest?” Lincoln said.
Dean couldn’t believe his ears, “Nelson bakes pies?”
“Nah man, I’m on the jury because Clint Eastwood looks just like me.”, Nelson said right before he walked towards a crowd of woman holding pies.
A rather obese lady was speeding her electric wheelchair through the small lane between the booths, “Move move move! Someone just drowned in the apple bobbing barrel!” She yelled while shooing people aside with one arm.
“Want to go check that out?” Lincoln asked Dean.
“I can’t, I got to get back to my farm, it’s time for my Muslim scarecrow’s prayer.”, Dean said before he turned around and walked back to the donkey he bought with a discount when he ordered his Muslim scarecrow.

He rode it off into the sunset.

“He has become a television icon, people from all over the world tune in everyday to watch him. He is a international hero after saving all those people. Nobody is really sure why he keeps chasing that red frisbee as if it was the most important thing in the world. It was spinning in front of him at great speed, hovering up and down, staying just out of his reach. A lot of people were investigating who threw the frisbee, the person that could also be his owner, who probably never watched TV else he would have spotted his dog running after a frisbee on the Great wall of China, and contacted us. We will be showing you all the highlights from his visits to countries all over the world tonight, and show how he saved a lot of people and touched the hearts of many. But first these brief messages from our sponsors.”

A commercial for Barking Happy Dog Dog Food begins, it shows a dog catching a frisbee, followed by a shot of his belly which made a rumbling sound.
“If your dog likes eating, he’ll like Barking Dog Dog Food.”, The voice over said.
And a jingle started playing until the show continued.

The presenter was still there and happy as a new born sheep, “Welcome back to our TV special Running With Rocket all about the famous frisbees chasing dog we nicknamed Rocket.”
“Let’s see how he got the attention of media all over the world.”, The presenter said and turned towards the big screen behind him.
The screen showed a group of runners that were running a marathon or something, with crowds on either side of the road cheering them on.
The person running up front was holding the Olympic flame and had a big smile on his face, the camera from the chopper noticed a dog running in the same way they were going, still far from them but speeding up fast, following a red disc flying in front of him.
He quickly gained up and moved his way through the group of runners, the disc passed through the flame untouched and the dog continued running after it, some of the runners tripped over their own feet.
Ever since that moment all the TV crews following the Olympic flame were more interested in the dog and they received stories from placed he had been before by people that saw the dog running by them.
The presenter continued while he walked over to a middle aged woman, “Let’s talk about what kind of dog Rocket is with an expert on dogs Muriel Narramore, veterinarian.”
With a big smile on his face the presenter asked, “So Muriel What kind of dog is Rocket?”
“Clearly a border collie.”, Muriel replied her voice trembled a bit.
“Thank you very much.”, The presenter said and turned back to the first camera.
Behind him a video begins playing showing Rocket running after the frisbee with the tower of Pisa behind him.
“From all the photos and videos made with mobile phones and camcorders we have compiled the best shots of our four legged friend.”, The presenter explained.
While the viewers at home saw a photo of the dog jumping over the hood of a London taxi with the disc floating in front of him the presenter added, “And here we see him jumping the hood of a London car, makes you wonder how he got across the pond doesn’t it.”
More photos slide by showing the dog in action, from Amsterdam to Tokyo.
People were pointing and taking photos, kids were running after him.
“But there are people that want to harm our hero, some tried to catch the frisbee themselves, this next video shows that.”, The presenter said.
A video began playing of Rocket running along a busy street in Berlin when someone tries to catch the red frisbee, and miraculously the frisbee gets caught in a gust of wind and flies over the person that was in mid air jumping towards it.
“That sure was—close!” The presenter said.
“We have much more when we return after a message or two from our sponsors.”

Another commercial begins now showing a 3D animated border collie running through a field with sheep, coming towards the camera, when a frisbee comes from the right side, he chases it and catches the frisbee mid air while he crosses over a steep canyon but makes it safely to the other side.
A choir sings, ‘Frissy Frisbees, the real frisbee!’
“The original frisbee that even Rocket can’t do without, make your way to your nearest pet store to buy one of the limited edition frisbees with original Rocket paw print!”, the voice over cheerfully said.

“Welcome back to Running With Rocket!” The presenter said while he dashed back to the big television screen.
“Time for some more great moments, here are some footage shot by our news network from all over the world.”
People watching the show could now see Rocket running in Paris with the eiffel tower behind him, he is running towards a cafe on the corner of two streets.
He jumps on one of the tables knocking over cups of espresso and starling the two lovers that were making out, he is flying through the air over one of the waiters, ‘Sacrebleu!’ the waiter yelled.
But Rocket’s teeth couldn’t reach the frisbee in time and he continued running towards Brussels.
“He almost nipped the frisbee in Paris, his journey took him all over the planet, but his most remarkable appearance was in..”
“But before we go into that we have some more bits of Rocket running around the globe.”
Photos of Rocket running up mountains and running through the desert slide by.
The camera cuts back to the presenter who is now standing next to two guests.
“And here to talk about the frisbee are champion frisbee throwing Douglass Engstrom and his dog Fido the 3rd, and Professor Rueben Forchione.”
The presenter to the very professorial looking professor and asked, “First I have a question for the professor, how is it possible that the frisbee keeps on flying for days, months even?”
The professor removed the pipe from his mouth and replied, “It’s simply impossible.”
That was not the answer the presenter was expecting, “Well, that’s what you say. Let’s go to the real expert on frisbees.”
Reuben tried to continue so he could explain but the presenter turned towards the champion.
“So Douglass, and Fido the 3rd. Do you see Rocket as a possible competition?”
“Well, he is very good at running and doesn’t give up, but so far he has failed to catch it.”, Douglass said followed by laughter and Fido the 3rd’s barking.
“That’s true but who knows he might catch it today.”, The presenter said.
He walked back to the big screen and said, “And now for some more messages from our sponsors.”

Another commercial with heavy rock music in the background and someone shouting.
“Rocket Energy Drink!
If you need the extra energy to run or study on tests.
Rocket Energy Drink!
If you need energy..”

The commercial gets cut off and the presenter is in front of the camera with a gigantic smile on his face, “We have fantastic news! We have found the owner of Rocket! Let’s go to the live feed with our top reporter Sharice Belka.”
The viewers at home saw Sharice standing in a park with behind her a man being verbally molested by a horde of reporters.
“Yes, can you hear me in the studio.”, She asked.
“We sure can Sharice.”, The presenter joyfully announced.
Sharice continued, “Good, we found the owner of the dog his name is Bobby Habbyshaw, a 26 year old nurse from Manhattan.”
The reporter walks to the owner pushing the other reporters aside.
She began her inquisition, “I’m Sharice Belka from KVX86 News Network, is Rocket your dog?”
“His name is Zigzag!” Bobby yelled back.
Sharice failed to listen and continued, “Has Rocket ever done this before?”
“No I might have just thrown that one a bit to hard.”, He replied.
None of the reporters knew what to say to that, but Sharice got an urgent message from the studio, “Sharice are you there? We received news that the dog is coming your way!”
And right after the presenter told her the dog was already running towards his owner.
The camera crews filmed the dog running towards his owner with the red disc still flying in front of him.
Bobby got on his knees and the dog used his back as a springboard and flew through the air and finally caught the frisbee.
The dog was happy to be reunited with his owner, and so was his owner, “Good boy, yes, what a good boy.”
“Next time I’ll throw this tennis ball.”, Bobby said and the dog barked as if it was saying ‘Sure!’
Then the two walked back to their home, leaving the TV crews behind.

The presenter finished the show with the following words,
“And that’s the story of Rocket the frisbee champion slash hero slash traveller slash TV star slash dog.”

Their devilish grin revealed their sharp and pointy teeth.
They were known as the eaters of children—babies preferably, also known as the eaters of the weaker women and off course elderly people.
With their tongues hanging from their crooked mouths they laughed at us, while we crawled back out of the pitch black alley.
One of the couples had lost their baby girl to one of the monsters already and one grandmother had sacrificed herself so the rest of the group could get out.
One of the men had lost his hands when he was trying to scare them away by lighting matches and throwing it their way, because the critters more than anything hate light.
But the monsters came closer and began nibbling on the toes of those that could no longer walk or crawl away.
And as the group was witnessing two of their friends were getting eaten alive the streetlights went on and shined their light into the alley, as if the hand of God turned the light switch on.
The monsters were scared by the light and backed off, roaring, screeching, howling, shrieking, grinning and an occasional yelp at the group.
“Bonjour there, we’re cherchons le famous fromage museum.“, a voice behind them said, startling the group that immediately clung to the sandals of the tourist couple.
The monsters turned around and crept back into the shadows of the dark alley when they saw the tourists.
While the couple tried to shake them off, one of the in blood covered people thanked them, “Vous nous avez sauvé! Oh thank you!!”
The couple looked at each other from under their caps that said ‘I ♥ France’
“What are they saying dear?” The wife asked to her husband.
He zipped his fanny pack, “I have no idea, crazy French people, probable beggars.”
A handful of coins dropped on the cobblestones below.
“Cherchons le famous fromage museum?” The man asked the group that was looking up at them like a litter of young puppies.
They were just looking up at their saviors, not understanding what they wanted from them.
“Le Museum..”, He said.
His wife finished his sentence, “..de Cheeses.”
One of the skinny males pointed them to the right direction.
The tourist couple seemed disappointed and said, “Merci a lot.“, and walked away.
For a brief moment the group was unsure of what to do as they watched the large amount of people, cars and buses pass in front of them.
They crawled into the light of the streetlights and when they were eventually saved only one survived.
Fun fact: He later became the president of France.

But the real hero of this story is Nick the electrician working at the city’s power plant.
If it wasn’t for his brave turning of a switch the street light would have never come on in time.
When his shift was over he went back home, he was late for dinner and had to heat his meal up in the microwave and look at his angry wife while he chewed it all down.
She had no idea that his job had just saved a group of paysans and send a tourist couple the right way.

“Potions are underrated.”, The potion maker said.
“And why do I have to undress again?” Gaile asked.
“This new potion I made, helps hair grow more rapid, and since your my only sampler you have to test it.”, The potion maker explained in a tone of voice that said he had to keep explaining her part in these tests.
“Hair! Why would I want to submit myself to testing a potion that will turn me into an ape!” She yelled.
“Don’t worry I have another potion, that will make you hair free again.”, He said.
She was holding on to her shirt that covered her private parts, “Has it been tested yet?”
“Just drink it.”, He said.
And so she puckered her lips and let the elixir flush into her mouth, she pinched her nose and swallowed.
“Gross! As always.”, She gargled.
Nothing happened and he told her to get dressed and go home to let it settle for a night.
At night she looked up at her wooden ceiling and wondered why she took this job in the first place.
Yes, she needed the money, but there were other alternatives like working in a gold mine or as a barmaid in the local inn.
But she had a weak back and didn’t like socializing with others very much.
And working for the potion maker had it’s advantages, the pregnancy potion she tested had a nice side effect, she now had twice the breast size she once had, and her husband was a very happy man now.

While the villagers were chasing her with pitchforks and torches, threatening to burn her alive at the stake, the only place she could run to was to the house of her employer.
She ran inside and quickly closed the door behind her and while she rested against the big wooden door she yelled at him, “You!”
He was wearing his nightgown and had a funny sleeping cap on, “Oh, great! So the potion works!”
He took a sample from her beard and searched his cabinets for the hair-loss potion he promised her.
“Here drink this while standing on your head, this potion needs to be consumed upside down.”, He said before he handed her the vial.
She was never that great at any kind of aerobics, but she managed to stand on her head long enough for the drink to go down, or actually go up.
She slept on the bear hide on the floor and the next morning she was lying on a bed of long dark hairs, she emerged from them completely hair free, and completely nude.
“Good morning.”, He said cheerfully.
She covered herself the best she could, using handful of the hair she had lost the night before.
“Give me some clothes!” She yelled, shivering from the cold.
And so he did, he went into a another room and came back with the smallest clothes he could find and gave them to her, “I’ll turn around, so I wont peek.”
When she was dressed he invited her to breakfast, he had prepared her a meal.
She smelled the fresh bread and eggs, “Delicious!”
“Have some milk, fresh from the market.”, He said while he pushed the mug closer to her side of the table.
She grabbed it and was about to drink when it smelled a bit funny, “Wait a minute!”
He got up and stood behind her and holding her jaws together he made her swallow it.
“Just drink it!” He yelled from between his semi-rotten teeth.
Her tongue could not compare it with anything she had ever tasted before.
‘Was it strawberry or Belgium chocolate?’ She wondered to herself.
“So, how was it?” He asked with a big smile across his face.
She got up and looked a bit upset, “What’s going to happen now? Am I going to turn into an ogre or shrink to the size of a bean?!”
“Calm down, this doesn’t transform you into anything, and you already turned into an ogre once with the swim-like-a-fish potion.”
“I still have to remove some left over scales grow every morning!” She yelled.
She calmed down and began breathing heavily, “I feel stuffed. Like I just ate a big meal.”
“I’m calling it Meal In A Bottle.”, He proudly announced.
She was clearly surprised, “You mean to say you made something useful for once?”
“Oh, how funny, guess I can not one of the side effects is humor.”, He replied.
They both laughed until she grew an extra set of arms.
She was clearly very angry, “What! This is what you call a Meal In A Bottle?!”
“Didn’t see that one coming.”, He calmly said.
The potion maker sat down in his thinking chair, “Let me think of a solution.”
She began to sob, “And now what! I cant have four arms! People already think I’m a freak.”
“Okay how about you..”, He stopped mid sentence to find another potion.
He walked back to her and handed her a tonic labeled ‘Sweet Dreams’.
“Are you sure?” She asked and began to drink it.
“Drink this and you’ll have pleasant dreams.”, He said right before her eyelids fell over her eyes and she went to dreamland.

When she woke up, she was pleasantly surprised she hadn’t woken up with another head on her shoulder.
Her second pair of arms were gone, but the bandages in its place were a bit suspicious.
But when she looked around the room he was gone, she got up and saw no sign of him.
She did find a note on his desk, ‘Dear Gaile, I left to go to a potion making conference at the King’s castle, won’t be back for three days.’
His desk was filled with notes, she picked one up ‘Side effects of the philter include loss of hair, a unsatisfiable hunger and the person drinking it will only be attracted to the opposite sex in animals, instead of their lover. I have made a new version that still needs testing, hope Gaile wont mind. For the greater good of potion making!’
She goes over to his potion cabinet and begins to read each label.
Firework potion, gender change brew, levitation potion, potty mouth tonic, vial of lies, and something called Dr. Pepper.
Most of the labels were hard to read, most likely because they were in the cabinet for a long time, his first potion might be the most dangerous, but she saw one labelled ‘Golden Feces’ and couldn’t help herself to drink it.
‘This could make me rich! No more potion sampling!’ She cheerfully thought to herself.
She waited a while for something to happen but nothing did, so she decided to go back home.
On her way back home she passed by a field with horses, she felt strangely attracted to one of the males.
She climbed over the fence and walked up to one of the stallions, she slowly petted him, brushing his hair with her fingers, she wets her lips and moves in for the kiss.
“Hey! Get away from my horse! Freak!”, the farmer yelled and began chasing her across the field.
When she finally lost him she ran the last bit home only to find another note on her front door.
‘Hello again Gaile, I hope I’m right and you drank the Golden Feces potion, pooping gold seems great doesn’t it, but instead did you rush home to meet your husband? Or did something else happen? I’ll hear it next week, until then, take care.’
She ripped the note into bits and opened her front door and was frightened to find her dog Luther had been waiting patiently for her return.
‘He looks so sexy today.’, She thought to herself while she bit her lip.

Ever since his ideas became valuable he had a fear—near paranoia on people wanting to kidnap him and suck his remaining ideas out of his skull.
His mind could think up all kind of things, from products to business models, he was able to make millions on just one product but thought up much more than one.
He could seriously swim in all the money he had made over the past years, if he wasn’t such a germophobe.
Out of the 12 bedrooms, spa and pool, championship tennis court, staff quarters for 20, a nine-car garage and private jogging track his mansion had, the only room he occupied was the panic room.
None of his maids knew where it was but the meals they left in front of the big painting in the living room, that had a portrait of him on it, were always gone as soon as they left the room.
His family and friends left him things that might cheer him up, it now looked more like a memorial shrine.
One of the maids was very curious, she was also the youngest that worked in the mansion and her name was Maria.
She was dusting of some precious chinese porcelain vases in the hall way just around dinner time, when she peeked into the living room she saw a small door in the wall open right below the painting.
She sneaked across the room and hid herself behind a cough, she watched her boss crawling out and grabbing the tray with his dinner and dessert.
Because no one besides the maids that brought in the food were allowed to be in the living room the place hadn’t been cleaned in ages, a dust ball rolled from under the cough and mocked her, some dust traveled into her nose and she couldn’t help but sneeze.
“Who’s there?” he yelled from inside the hatch.
“Maria”, She stuttered while she got up from behind the cough.
“Do you work for me?” he asked with a strong voice.
“I’m one of your maids Sir.”, She replied.
“Can you come here for a minute Maria.”, He asked in a now much nicer sounding voice.
She slowly walked to the square hole in the wall.
“Good, let me see your face.”, He asked.
She was getting a bit suspicious and was unsure of his intentions, “Why?”
“I need to see if I can trust you.”, He said.
She got on her knees and leaned forward and saw his face, it was clean and shaven, and he was much younger than she expected him to be, “Can you see me now?” She asked.
“Yes good, now tell me something about yourself Maria, where are you originally from?” He asked.
“From Hackensack, New Jersey.”, She replied.
His head moved a bit closer to the light, “Oh, so you were born right here in America?”
And while he came forward she backed up a bit, “That’s right.”
“Sorry, I really thought you were from Mexico or something.”, He said.
“I was adopted.”, She explained.
“Ado.. but why would you work as a maid then, the one stereotype guys like me have.”, He asked.
“I hate messy places, some people even say I’m crazy about cleaning, and cleaning a nice mansion as this is a pretty decent job.”, She explained.
“Listen, I needed someone to clean my hidden room, could you?” He asked.
She gave it some thought and where there was a mess she needed to be to clean it, “Okay.”
“How about right now? Follow me.”, He said right when he started walking backwards and dragged the plate with him.
She followed him through some small and narrow crawl ways dragging her bucket with cleaning supplies with her until she got to a big room.
“Welcome!” He said with his arms in the air pointing at the whole space of things.
She got up and dusted of her uniform, “So this is where you have been for months now?”
“You make it sound so bad, this is a fortified room, nobody can harm me. And I got everything I need right here.”, He said, while sounding both happy and sad.
“So I guess ill get started.”, She said.
And she cleaned his panic room from top to bottom while he ate his dinner.
They did this each uneven day of the week until one day he left her a note asking her to come back around midnight, which she did.
“You made it!” He yelled but not to loud when he saw her standing in front of the painting.
She was wearing her casual outfit instead of her maid uniform, “Why did you ask me to come back?”
“I know how this might seem but you have to know you can just say no if you don’t want anything to do with me.”, He explained.
He continued, “I wanted to ask you for dinner, sadly I setup a table in my room, but I made it look really nice for you. But if you don’t want to because me being your boss and all, thats okay!”
She stood there thinking it over, “Sure, I’m starving.”
“Great, ladies first!” He said.
But she passed on it and he went first and she followed him.
They sat at a nice table with candles and fancy porcelain plates and silver table wear.
He poured her an expensive red wine, “I hope you like salmon.”
“Yes.”, She nodded.
He explained her all about his fears of the outside world, the money he made with his ideas and how they gave him nothing but sorrow in return.
“You made the world a better place, but the world gave you only money in return?” She asked.
“That’s right. And they keep wanting more and more, one day they will capture me and drain my ideas out of me.”, He said.
“But I have a escape plan, if I ever get caught all I need to do is say my secret sentence ‘I just ate a bag of cotton balls.’, and the device attached to my heart will explode and kill me instantly.”, He explained.
She looked at him in shock, waiting for his heart to explode but nothing happened.
“Are you sure it works?” She asked.
“Oh, wow! That was a close call then, I guess I forgot the sentence.”, He said while he looked to be deep in thought.
“Maybe it was ‘Maybe they will sing for us tomorrow.’?”, and right after the said that the device exploded in his chest, sending splatters of blood and guts all over the room and Maria.
Maria was in a state of shock for a short moment until the greater part of her brain could no longer fight the urge to clean up.
She took of her shirt and began cleaning up all the blood and guts until the panic room was nice and shiny again.

The wind was picking up her gown revealing the lower part of her bum.
It was chilly, she had her arms crossed and she was rubbing her upper arms.
She lifted up one of her legs and move it in front of her, her foot dangled over the ledge, the shoe she was wearing on it fell of and she moved her foot back onto the ledge and did the same thing with her other foot.
Her red shoes tumbled down to the small field of grass below her.
She followed them with her eyes until she saw something lying in the bed of flowers.
Right at that moment her shoes landed in the small patch of petunias.
It was Gregory, her next door neighbor, a really nice guy she never got to know.
She watched him lying there, motionless, lifeless, there was no steam coming from his broken mouth, he was looking straight up at her, his eyes looked opaque.
Clearly dead.
The grass next to him was tainted red from his blood, some even landed on the petunias.
She found herself standing besides the dead body of Gregory her next door neighbor.
Unsure what happened in between standing on the roof and standing there right now, and she accepted that the tip of her toes stepped on the puddle of blood that leaked out of his head.
Blood streamed from his ears and nose, his hair looked like rope and like the grass was painted a dark red by his blood.
She stepped over his body and picked up her shoes, if he was alive he would have seen her Hello Kitty underwear, too bad for him, he’s dead.
She noticed the angle that he was looking up at wasn’t pointing at the roof, and discovered when she looked up, he wasn’t look up at her, but at an open window.
At first she thought she was tired and her eyes were playing tricks on her, but the following day she heard that it really was a bear dressed up as a ballerina.
She looked down at him one more time before going back to her apartment.
He was wearing a stripped jumper with a small logo on it, she couldn’t read what it said, so she squatted and read it said Tommy Hillfinger.
‘Two failed jumpers on one night, what are the odd.’, She thought to herself.