Hunter brought his freshly slopped tray of "food" to the table where his friends resided. Looking mourfully at his mashed potatoes, he perked up and asked, "Does anyone have food?" Usually his friends would fork over a granola bar or pack of fruit snacks, but today was different. They weren't willing to give to his cause. All in unison, they looked at one another and all shouted, "No!" He looked to his tray for comfort, but was rudely awakened by the horrific smell of the mysterious mush. "Please," he pleaded with his "puppy dog" eyes full blast. No one replied and all that was heard were the maniacs on the other side of the cafeteria. He had sour eyes and pouted. The end of lunch came around quite quickly and he suddenly became very happy.
The End!
Hope you enjoyed Laura...