A BOY'S LAMENT

It was a quiet day in Central. The sun was shining; the birds were singing softly. All seemed to be at peace for the moment, which was rare. Alphonse walked up to Ed and started talking.

"Hey Ed, doesn't it make you angry how George Bush's goals accomplished in Iraq don't match up with his stated objective?"

"It sure does, Alphonse!" Ed replied. He clenched his fists and grit his teeth in anger. "It makes me so mad, I could shit!"

Long story short: he did and it took like, forever to clean up, but the smell never really went away.

THE END!