Well, I was kind of bored...in school so I made alot today! Lol. But hey! Here you go!
~Weapon~
Kiwi loved walking into James's room. It was amazing how much stuff was in it: itching powder, potato head bombs, exploding rubber chickens, exploding yo-yos, sharpened jacks, hard shell candy, Little puppets-which he used whenever he told her a bedtime story-and various other joke themed weapons. But Kiwi's favorite: The large mallet in the back of his closet. It was a peach color with a pink trim around the ends and at the end of the hadle on the mallet. Occationally, she'd sneak in when the Rogues were out and whoever was watching her were sleeping on the couch (this time it was Weather Wizard who was sitting on the couch reading Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain probably for the billionth time). Kiwi would sneak in and pull out the mallet; raising it over her head or swinging it around just to test her own stregnth. She wanted to use it on something so badly. She wanted to smash something with it. Kiwi shook her head. For a three-year-old, she was becoming voilent. Being around the Rogues could probably do that to you. But being around them had benifitted her in many ways. For one, she was able to copy everything The Rogues knew so that she, too, can know everything. And she parcially did. After being with them for a month, she alread know how to calculate equations, write sentences, and read books that would geniuenly be too complicated for a regualr three-year-old (i.e. Mark Twain books).
Anyway, back to the mallet. She quickly walked outside of James's room (draging the mallet behind her) and walked into the kitchen. She quickly pulled out a small apple, then took it to her room. Once in her room, she placed the apple in the center, walked at least two feet away from the apple, pulled the mallet up, then smashed it back down on the apple. She sqeauled with glee as she saw the apple peices splatter all over the place; perferably her face.
"Kiwi, what are you-?" Mark stopped a she wlaked in her room and saw the mess she had created. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing," she said innocently.
He glared at her, "Kiwi."
"I wanted to play wif tha mallet, Mark!" She shouted as she held up the mallet. "It's so much fun!"
Mark sighed, "You like smashing things?"
"It's so much fun!" She repeated.
"What have we done to you?" Mark asked as he bent down and picked her up. The peices of the apple were slowly slipping down her face. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up before Len has a titty attack when he sees what you've been doing."
"What's a titty?"
