“Wow, thanks,” I said as I received a package from my Aunt Mary. It was
June 6, my birthday, and we were having a party when all of a sudden … “BAM!” ...
one of the presents tumbled off my dining room table.
“Why don’t we go have cake and ice cream," my mom persisted.
“Brandy, whatever prank this is, you better fix it up,” my mother ordered.
“But … but … I didn’t…”
My mom interrupted me, “I mean it, young lady. Now!” she whispered in a cruel
voice.
My friend Kristin was in the room with me. “Well, I’m going to have cake,” she
said in a stingy voice.
I grabbed her by the shoulder. “Oh no you’re not. What did you do this time,
put a jumping toilet in the box?”
“Aaaa, no,” she replied.
The box was still in one spot when I saw it jump two feet away from where it
fell.
“I’m out here,” Kristin shouted.
“Get your butt over here” I ordered. I thought to myself maybe this is a
mystery gift and I’m supposed to be happy at the end. I crept over to the gift,
dragging Kristin along behind me. I was about to open it and act really
surprised screaming in the kitchen when I heard nibbling. Now I had two clues
to solve the case I guess. Geez, I’m not Sherlock Holmes. Whoever brought this
must think I have to be.
I went to the present again, opened it up and … wait, should I tell you?
Alright, alright, I will.
It was a BIG SCARY Brittney Spears! OK, OK, hush down now. It wasn’t that
scary. It was a small, white, furry little bunny. I absolutely loved it!
Its pink little nose tickled my face and its white fur was softer than baby
skin. That was my most loved gift.
(Ain’t you glad it wasn’t Brittney Spears?!)
