Looking around, I find a Jolly Rancher. Such a shame it is just out in the open… Stranded alone. Thankfully the wrapper was on it, concealed. Almost like a fresh piece of candy you get out of a machine. I tear the wrapper of, like the first day I had

Christmas. I grab my jolly rancher, noticing how thin it was; like a pencil. The length was impeccable, like a 12 – inch ruler. The texture was sticky, much like a piece of gum. The last thing in mind… What any boy would do. Pop that bad boy right in my mouth!

The only thing missings some Smashing Music! Let me hit you with that Caillou!