Baeskettes!

The following story was written long ago by my brother, alias: Captain Deelishus, for a class assignment. He was in ... fourth grade? Somewhere around there .. and the assignment was for the students to write a story, and then write again but from a different person's perspective. It was a good deviation from all the number-crunching, trivial fact memorization, and general overall hip-thrusting physical education that our school used to prepare us for THE FUTURE OF AMERICA.

It all started normal enough with a simple story and a questionable moral to it ... until I looked over it and we both began to brainstorm things that would make the story even better ...

READ IT. It gets progressively weirder.

Hank, Adam, and I went to Hank's house to play a friendly game of Uno. Hank is my neighbor. Secretly, Adam was taking a lot of cards from the desk and putting them into his own hands. I caught him in the act of taking cards. I told him the point of the game is to lose all the cards in your hand. Hank told him the moral of the story which was to not cheat or we'll never play with you. (GREAT MORAL! IT APPLIES TO EVERYONE IN EVERY SITUATION!) Cheaters never prosper. (That's better ... I guess. Remember he was in elementary school. Okay, now here's where the story gets awesome.)

After reciting the moral to Adam, Hank winked innocently. As it turned out, Hank winked so violently that a spark flew from his eyelids and on to the floor which caused a big fire that engulfed the house with flames.

     Adam, Charlie, and I went to my "crib" to make some real "superfly," hand-made wicker baskets cuz that's what we do in the "hood."

      Secretly, Adam was calling our fly baskets "baeskettes" (an insult of the highest magnitude if I may interject!) behind my back, see? I done told him he oughta stop dissin' our real "superfly" baskets. He just wouldn't stop!

BUT my "mad skillz" went into hyper-drive so much so that some powerful spirit-bling flew outta my eyelids! The "bling" done fried my superfly crib. I got angry at the fire and used my "bling-bling superfly skillz," so I done pile-drived the fire into submission.