STORY TIME!!!

     Once upon a time, a little ball rolled down a hill. It was around the size of an acorn, and a dark purple color. The ball got stuck on a stick, that refused to move. The ball politely asked the stick to move... When the stick didn't move, the ball asked again.
     After a few more tries the ball started to get angry. The stick just sat there ignoring the ball.
     The ball was tired of the stick, so he pulled out a gun and shot it several times. The stick was gone and there was just sawdust.
     The ball continued rolling down the hill, whistling Marry Had a Little Lamb. After a moment or two of rolling down the hill, he felt a sharp pain in the back in his head, and everything went black.
     When he woke up he looked around the room and finally realized that it was pitch black, but then he realized that he was wearing a blindfold. Somebody yanked it off, and the ball found himself looking at a duck with a cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
     The duck smacked him, and walked away to grab a bat. The ball saw that and looked down at the ropes holding him, glanced at the open window, and had already formulated a plan.
     The ball slipped out of the ropes, thinking about how stupid they were for holding him in ropes, he was a ball after all. Then he rolled off the chair and bounced out the window, good that he was a bouncy ball.
     He heard the duck's angry quacks behind him growing quieter and quieter. The ball looked back, and that was his one mistake. He fell into a fire and died.

THE END