My New Bike
Immediately following dinner you go out into the garage and find a can of green spray paint.
You take your bike out back and begin spray-painting it green, praying to God your brilliant ploy goes off without a hitch. As you work, your mind races. Did you cover your tracks well enough? Darn. Maybe you should have killed that stupid dog too. But...dogs can't tell on you, can they?
No. Of course not. Of course not. Shoot. You have nothing to worry about! The person they saw was on a black bike, and now your bike is green!
Boy, you sure do hope no one finds out though. You'll be grounded for like...THREE weeks probably! Just as you've put the finishing touches on your paint job, your dad finds you, and he doesn't looked pleased.
"Eric, what are you doing?" he asks. "Um..." you reply, faltering a little as you try to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Just stuff."
He squints, his eyes unable to see clearly on this cold winter's night. "Are you spray-painting your brand new bike!?" You lower your head in shame. "Ya."
"YOU'RE GROUNDED, YOUNG MAN! FOR THREE WEEKS! YOU HEAR! NOW GET TO YOUR ROOM! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO TO BED!"Darn. Guess your brilliant ploy didn't work after all.
You take your bike out back and begin spray-painting it green, praying to God your brilliant ploy goes off without a hitch. As you work, your mind races. Did you cover your tracks well enough? Darn. Maybe you should have killed that stupid dog too. But...dogs can't tell on you, can they?
No. Of course not. Of course not. Shoot. You have nothing to worry about! The person they saw was on a black bike, and now your bike is green!
Boy, you sure do hope no one finds out though. You'll be grounded for like...THREE weeks probably! Just as you've put the finishing touches on your paint job, your dad finds you, and he doesn't looked pleased.
"Eric, what are you doing?" he asks. "Um..." you reply, faltering a little as you try to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Just stuff."
He squints, his eyes unable to see clearly on this cold winter's night. "Are you spray-painting your brand new bike!?" You lower your head in shame. "Ya."
"YOU'RE GROUNDED, YOUNG MAN! FOR THREE WEEKS! YOU HEAR! NOW GET TO YOUR ROOM! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO TO BED!"Darn. Guess your brilliant ploy didn't work after all.
