Potato Chip Prophecy P1 By: l1ttle m1ss obsess1ve

Looking down into his dead cat's hole, Eward J. Ebenezer was filled with overwhelming grief. First his mother died, along with his father, in a skydiving accident. Now his bloody cat. He picked a piece of fur off of his sweater and threw it down to the ground. Hearing a noise, he quickly turned around, only to fall in his dead cat's grave. He fell, and fell. He didn't know long he fell but he wondered why it a bloody cat's hole had to be so deep. That was Eward J. Ebenezer's last thought. He crumpled to the ground like a potato chip.
The cops looked around. They knew they had just seen the boy with the fur covered sweater above the cat's grave. They quickly jogged over to the hole, which in reality took them at least five minutes after the enormous amount of donuts they had just consumed. They looked over the hole. They shook their heads in sorrow. This wasn't the first time this had happened. This was actually the 799th case of "I fell in my dead cat's hole." They saw the boys crumpled body. But it was growing late, so they both went to their own homes.
It was the night of the Grand Orchestra. Only the best crickets were in the Grand Orchestra. As the 300 hundred chosen crickets strummed their legs, a crowd of over 20,000 bugs looked on.
Officer Podey, one of the observers of Eward J. Ebenezer's death, sat in his lazy boy chair. He could hear what sounded like one million bloody crickets chirping. Soon the sound was blocked out by the sound of his wife's snoring. He looked at her in disgust. How could a woman snore like that. He loved her though, well at least a little.


Stay tuned for part 2!!