My Cardboard Balcony

Mother Goose's Meltdown by Belinda Roddie I sat down and shared a bowl with the ever still merry Old King Cole. We breathed in the smoke so we wouldn't get sick, as the bridge behind us tumbled like crumbling bricks. Mary's lamb and Jack Corner's pie sat on a table all cooked up and fried. Dinner was delicious, and the nursery rhymes crawled into our ears with the grandfather chimes.

Any attempt on the boys' part to camouflage into the background was absolutely futile, and the enemy could see them from literally a mile away. As gunshots rang out, it took all of Larry, Gregory, and Howard's power and energy to flee and hide behind the closest dumpster they could find. "Still want to do Liamsworth's dirty work?" demanded Gregory. "Shut up! I'm doing my best here!" Howard snarled.