Onion Juice

Running down the street, the man held back a sob. He wasn’t prone to crying, but today was an exception.

His grandpa had just shot him in the face with an onion juice gun.  It was making his eyes water so much.  He felt like all the water in his body was leaving him. So he cried even harder.

After he ran out of his cabin, where his grandpa was, he ran to his friend Joe’s house.  When he got there, he kicked open the door, he exclaimed, “ONION JUICE GUN AGAIN!!!” Joe ran over to the man with a basket full of herbs.  He took a pear-like fruit and wrapped a grass-like plant around it and said helpfully, “This will probably clear it up.”  The man ate it quickly and stopped crying immediately.

Joe asked him, “Now what happened to make him do it again?”

The man said, “It was dinner time and we were having steak.  The salt was at my end at of the table and I had earphones in, listening to music. He asked me quietly to pass it and I did not hear him.  He asked again, then one more time.  Then he said, “Three strikes and you’re out.” This time I heard him.  He then took out the squirt gun and shot me straight in the eyes with the onion juice concoction. Again.”

scribed by K. Lorigan

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