CHARLIE'S POV
I was perched in the window not exactly peering, just glancing. Not exactly spying, just observing the every move of the neighborhood waiting for trouble. This was my daily routine every Wednesday at exactly 11:11 a.m. It was then that I noticed a little boy peeing behind a tree. I took out my badge, and headed out across the street.
"Young boy, what are you doing peeing behind a tree?" I asked flipping out my badge.
"I'm sorry Mr. copper." He said, "But I was playing frisbee and I couldn't hold it."
I felt a pang of forgiveness. "It's ok son but next time, take it to the toilet."
I strolled merrily back to my house and placed myself back in the window, this time with binoculars, not exactly peering but glancing. It was then that I saw a bird.
OMG! I thought to myself, A brown booby! (and yes that is a kind of bird). I ran to the bathroom and picked up my copy of Birds Deluxe off the floor. I flipped open to page 107 and scouted out the bird. There it was standing tall and proud in the middle of the page. A BROWN BOOBY! I then flipped to the very last page in the book (page 39898) and tore it out. It was a phone number for Scott Byrd. If you could find a rare bird he would give you 100 dollars, then he would take it and add it to his collection. Oh boy, imagine what I could do with 100 dollars! I could get some new drapes to glance out my window from behind. I called the number and a few hours later Mr. Byrd was capturing the bird and giving me my hundred dollars. I immediately rushed off to Drapes 'R Us and picked out a pair that had pictures of kittens on them. I got up to the checkout and handed the man my money.
"Sir," the man said, "this is monopoly money."
I glanced down at it and yep, it was monopoly money.
"OMG!" I said, "No way! That liar!"
"Excuse me?" he said.
I ignored him and sulked the whole car ride home. When I got home there was a little boy sitting on my front lawn. I glanced over at him. I then proceeded to ask him to leave the premises.
"Little boy what are y- OMG!" I shouted. I now knew why he was here. He had broken my window with a baseball. My precious glancing window. He was going to be sorry when I was done with him.