I have another story of which I feel obliged to tell you, as it would really help me fee better talking about it...
In about the third grade. Ahh.. the third grade. Where girls capture little boys and make them act like pets. I seem to be a favorite at the school boy army, as in the third grade, i was Chief of Alpha team. One of our members was found missing every recess. Strange, we seem him at lunch. He always seemed sad...
I ordered my team to sneak into the backwoods of the soccer field, where no one except there girls go to. When we went up to the edge, we heard screams, moans, and cries for help. The misssing person was, without a doubt, in there with them. My team flew back, and retreated back to the place where they called HQ. Sadly, they never made it. They were captured by the early Carla group. Not too strong, but they were strong enough. (Eventually, the Carla group absorbed most of the Pet-Pet Group. The group was virtually gone by the end of the year. The Carla group still remains)
It was just up to me. Little old me. I desperatly wanted HQ, but, as of now, its a lose-lose situation. I braved the forest, and was shoced at what I saw...
"No, stop!Get me off of this leash!" cried my fellow friend. All of the missing people, not just ours, were tied up to trees with leashes, and were forced to learn pet tricks. I was serious close to the action, almost too close. I got out my safety-scizors and charged...
I failed. Miserably. I planed to charge up to my friend, cut up the leash, run away, evade the Carla group, and sip nice cold choco-milk at lunch tomorrow.
Instead, what really happened was that everyone but me was released. They tied me up, using their favored "Friend Leash", which was horrendouslly covered in pink and hearts, and, Powerpuff Girls stickers.
They tormented me in any possible way a third grade girl could dream of. Calling me Futzie-Wuzzle, making me beg, sing the songs they made me sing, and, almost put on make-up! Luckily, the whole strike force was there at my impending doom. 40 boys stormed in, and what I saw on my leash seemed like a Lord of the Rings movie, iwth all kinds of sound effects. This time, though, we won!
The group was too weak to continue operations, as we had stolen their leashes, and, later, thrown it over the fence where "Mr. Face", was there, a a freakishly large lab dog.
But, eventually, the force spilt up, as we concluded that continuing so would be dangerous.
And the ANGST?
The pink collar.
