A/N: this is my dad yesterday when we were making lunch…
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Kevin stalked over to the cabinets where his mother usually kept the bread and the hotdog buns and the hamburger buns. He was hoping to find one of the hamburger buns. He was hungry and a hamburger sounded good. So he had to find a bun for it. Because he liked hamburgers on buns.
He dug around the cabinets. Every few seconds he would repeat, "Please let there be a bun. Please let there be a bun." His eyes narrowed in the darkness of the cabinet for any sign of a hamburger bun.
It was about lunchtime. Kevin was hungry. It was crazy that he couldn't find a hamburger bun in the whole house. The back of the cabinet was his last and final resort.
He shut the cabinet, still repeating the same phrase. "Please let there be a bun. Please let there be a bun." He closed his eyes and made a little wish. He crossed his fingers and clicked his heels together like Dorothy from "The Wizard of Oz". It was better to hope and wish than to just go scavenging for other food. He wanted a hamburger. Really bad.
Kevin opened it back up and dug in the furthest, deepest, darkest pits of the cabinet. His fingers came across a plastic bag. He smiled and made another wish for it to be a hamburger bun before pulling it out slowly and deliberately.
His fist pumped into the air. "I WIN!" He had found some hamburger buns to keep him satisfied for the next few hours of lunchtime. He looked at the buns.
Step Two:
"Please don't let there be mold on it. Please don't let there be mold on it."
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