This was a writing exercise I did for class.
by steven hopkins
Billy and Teddy decided that the house was too quiet. Their mother was asleep upstairs and they wanted to scare her.
They remembered that they had seen a rat in the backyard, and they figured they could catch it and put it down her shirt. They went out to the garden and poked around under the shed. Billy laid down on the ground and the heat of the grass instantly warmed his shirt. Teddy laid next to him.
“Do you see’im?” Teddy asked, squinting one eye.
“I think so, but I think he’s cooked.”
Sure enough, a long stick extracted the rat, hard and matted like a barbie doll.
“Well, so much for that idea.” Billy kicked at the dirt.
Teddy started and grabbed Billy’s shirt. He looked his brother dead in the eye. “Goldfish,” he said and the two bolted toward the house.
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