"Too Bad." The meter maid ripped off the

"Too Bad." The meter maid ripped off the ticket and stuffed it in my mouth. So I

bit down hard into my high-fiber lady finger snack. My mouth watered as I

chipped a tooth on a hard part. As my tongue began to swell,

and bleed. I know better then to chew these

shifty looking tires that they keep giving me. They tell me it's to distract me from the pain, but I know better. My friends, they all died because of poisoned tires. I wasn't

ready for this. No one was ready for this. Who could be? It makes you wonder

what else might be in the cards. How can you be ready for anything? I took a deep breath, pulled on my boots, and turned to

the Ace of Clubs. "How dare you bring that kind into our house," I screamed. "The only good that can come of this is

even more than the rest of us. This card game is over. Peace.