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Title: The Whatifs

Rating: G

Pairing: N/A

Word Count: 191

Warning/s: BAD humor…

Summary: Last night while I lay thinking here,

Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

And pranced and partied all night long

And sang their same old Whatif song:

Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif there's poison in my cup?

Whatif I start to cry?

Whatif I get sick and die?

Whatif I flunk that test?

Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a lightning bolt strikes me?

Whatif I don't grow taller?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won't bite?

Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced?

Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?

Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance?

Everything seems swell, and then

The nighttime Whatifs strike again! –Whatif – Shel Silverstein

Dedication: I've only had like one reviewer so no dedications yet…

A/N: That poem is probably longer than the drabble. This would have been posted way earlier, but I just HAD to go and put a multi-part drabble on before I was used to drabbling…

My bad. Not a word about the chicken DID come before the egg thing. I am well aware of evolution.

DISCLAIMER: Shel Silverstein and the makers of Harvest Moon own ME.

Ivan was nervous. Of course he knew about the villagers plan, what with his extensive knowledge network, but he was having mixed feelings whether or not he really wanted Jack to remember his past.

More importantly, what if what his current prediction of Jack's past is wrong? What if all the hope he had built up over these years will shatter as soon as Jack drinks the concoction? What if the chicken came before the egg?

But then again, thinking 'What if?' questions over and over will never get anything done.

So thus he had gone, and executed his master plan.

"Hey Jack!" Ivan yelled across the field.

"Ivan!" Jack responded, running over to his friend. "What are you doing here, it's not Saturday."

And then, with the swiftness and keenness of a master, Ivan executed his plan. "Ivan, what are yo- ghheeeerk" And poured the liquid down Jack's throat.

It took a week for Jack to wake up again. Another day for him to be capable of standing up without puking. And when the horror was over, the first thing he did was walk up to Ivan and punch him.

Now Ivan only wondered one thing. 'What if father finds out?'

I'll have to admit I no longer like this mini storyline. Which is why it ends so abruptly.