A Short Story
[Apparently, some people are not able to read my mind. Here's my story re-formatted to be a little more clear - the Italic text is the story.] Often the contents of my pockets at the end of the day tell a story. Occasionally it will be a mystery story. Here is one from yesterday: 2 of those little plastic things...... I saved Little Bro from an unpleasant that attach tags to clothing..................... swallowing experience, Garage door opener.......................... and then we got in the car 26 Cheerios & a broken cracker......... and spilled most of our snack Sticker................................................. and dropped things. 5 Kleenex folded into little squares................. Little Bro had a cold, Library card.......................... but we went to story time anyway Sand....................................................... and to the park. But don't forget, this is a mystery story. What you wouldn't guess is that we went to the park that doesn...