“The world
will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood
against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can
bleed.”
March of the
Penguins* #quote
The law would
be so much more entertaining if “throw the book at them” was
literal. Especially with how convoluted our laws are. Bam! That'd
hurt. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Bearilocks
And The Three Campers
Bearilocks
strolled through the forest. She was a happy, hungry grizzly bear.
And during her tromping around she found a camp. The family it
belonged to was out fishing so she helped herself to it.
She rummaged
through the food.
The chips were
too salty.
The chocolate
was too sweet.
The bacon was
jussssttt right.
And she saw the
three tents belonging to the family. They looked much more comfy then
a cave. The daughter's tent was too tiny. The father's tent was too
large. The mother's tent was jusssttt right and Bearilocks went to
sleep.
The family came
back from their fishing trip.
“Mom, Dad, I
think someone stole our food!”
The father
looked at the missing food and then his tent. “I think somebody
went into my tent!”
The daughter
added, “Mine too!”
The mother
looked into hers and saw Bearilocks, “Grizzly bear! Get back in the
car!”
And they drove
off and never went camping again.
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