"Was that a bear?" she whispered, pulling

"Was that a bear?" she whispered, pulling the covers over her head. The trip to Yosemite ("yoss-might" as she called it)

wasn't going quite according to plan. It had been years since he'd been camping and the list of forgotten items was

long. So he wondered how long it would be before they would have to sacrifice someone to feed the

evil refrigerators, but people wouldn't volunteer. He had to make a tough choice. At random he pulled someone out of the line-up, and

cafeteria lady. Her gelatinous biceps thrust a ladel filled with the scum onto my tray, landing with a splat. Her piercing gaze dared me to say something. I turned and

ran for my life. I tripped on a blob of mashed potatoes and dropped my lunch tray.

The tray had landed on this guy named Bill, a man who was just as blob-like as the mashed potatoes I had tripped over. Despite the irony however

he was not at all pleased by his newfound headwear. Bill started to turn purple with rage I had never seen in a life-sized blob of mashed potatoes.I decided bravery was the better

option, because I'm not much of an undertaker. I like to juggle and tell jokes and squeeze into small spaces, like clown cars, and not take people out who don't really deserve it.