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My Pants Ripped
4-6-2003 It was a beautiful, sunny Wednesday morning – the birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and people were smiling. Then my pants ripped. I stood up from my desk in English class just like any other day, but I wasn’t quite able to stand up that day. You see, my pants were caught in a freak crack in the seat of the desk. I heard a ripping noise. I tried to stand up from the desk a second time. I heard another ripping noise. I saw shreds of my pants still in the jaw of that freak crack in the seat of my desk. I courageously escaped that crack, leapt from the desk, and kicked it over – all in one graceful movement. “Curses desk! Thou hast ruined mine pants!" Next, I made a war cry and yelled, "I shall avenge mine pants!” So I proceeded to sic the other desks on the desk that chomped my pants. Meanwhile, I walked out of the classroom with my friend, who said that the hole was ‘character’. Fortunately, it’s not too much character, because the hole’s not really noticeable. Moral of the story:
Watch were you sit - or where you sit may eat your pants.
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