Red Terrorist
Since the old man moved next door about a week ago, I have been watching him like a hawk. I notice a lot of comings and goings with people bringing in what looks like bags of bales and bricks. They furtively look around to see that no one is looking before they bring in their packages. I am positive that they are up to no good and wonder if I should call the police to investigate. I check my security cameras to make sure they are working properly so I will have enough evidence to give to the police. Now, I see an old lady sneak in the back door and wonder if that is the old man’s girlfriend. I bet he has a wife somewhere else and this is an assignation. An aroma wafts through the air and I am almost sure it must be marijuana. I also notice white powder on the ground. Late that night, I see the old man feeding strange animals corralled in his back yard. Maybe I should call Animal Control in case they’re being mistreated.
Something must be very funny because the old man is really laughing with his friends. I see all of them sneak out into the back yard and tie the animals together in harnesses. They probably are planning to take advantage of the darkness to carry out their devious plans.
What do I see shooting upward like a rocket into the sky? I bet they’re terrorists attempting to wipe out the world! Then I hear the old man yelling at the top of his lungs,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”