Mr. Zaffy finds another slip of paper on his desk.
"Rich, get over here. I heard a rumor you have the last of the crayons."
Rich approaches Mr. Zaffy's desk with a look of fear in his eyes. Mr. Zaffy reaches into a drawer and pulls out a slingshot.
"Run kiddo!" Mr. Zaffy yells as he starts shooting marbles at Rich's hind end.
Rich screams and leaves behind his things... no crayons among them.
Rich was a good kid.
now game on. sorry for that.
"Rich, get over here. I heard a rumor you have the last of the crayons."
Rich approaches Mr. Zaffy's desk with a look of fear in his eyes. Mr. Zaffy reaches into a drawer and pulls out a slingshot.
"Run kiddo!" Mr. Zaffy yells as he starts shooting marbles at Rich's hind end.
Rich screams and leaves behind his things... no crayons among them.
Rich was a good kid.
now game on. sorry for that.