"Do you think iwatches are gonna take over

"Do you think iwatches are gonna take over the world?" I looked at Zombie Bob who was

picking a scab out of his dangling ear. Predictably, Zombie Bob didn't answer. I needed to come up with a plot for world domination, but was fresh out of ideas. "Pickle?" I asked

Remember that particular day of December when we were both 10 in Grandma's garden ? Remember our promise, right ?"

I tried to looking knowing, but I really couldn't remember the particular day or the promise we made. Grandma's garden? I remember the old tire swing, the shed with Grandpa's tools

where Grandpa hid his porn collection and buried the gardener he shot by accident, missing that damn squirrel. Yes, there was a lot of nostalgia in Grandma's garden, but a promise?

By the time I got the lid oft my grandparents' mysterious treasure box, it was almost dawn. Filled with trepidation, I poked the dark bundle with my shovel, and to my shock, it

snarled at me in Elvish. The snarls were enthralling. Then I remembered the snarls WERE enthralling. I slammed the lid shut. I locked the treasure box. My grandparents had an elf.

But why did my grandparents keep their elf locked in a treasure box hidden beneath the floor under the bed? Hopefully I hadn't been enthralled by its Elvish snarls. I didn't feel

like finishing that thought, and so I went back to bed and turned off the light. Goodnight.