There comes a time in every child’s life, that they come across a user. No, I’m not talking about someone on “the drugs,” or a junkie of some kind, but rather a person who takes advantage of the kindness of precious little Timmy. The User exudes faux friendship, saying things like “heeeey, you wanna play” all the while trying to hide the deep dark secret that he just wants to play with Timmy’s wonder magical toy 5000. So what is little Timmy to do? Should he just ignore The User, and risk becoming a social outcast? Or should he play along, after all, it can’t be that bad.
Spring has sprung, there are signs of life everywhere, and times couldn’t be better. The kids are able to play outside, pick flowers, and dig for worms until they are exhausted. Birds are singing, and animals are frolicking. All is well in the world, but the drums of war are beating ever so quietly in the distance.
It starts out small. Special K decides that she is the keeper of the swingset ladder, and no one shall pass without her permission... bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum... the drums grow louder.
In a city there once live a banshee,
Of screaming and pouting she fancied.
All day she decided to pester,
Which caused many tempers to fester.
In her behavior was found no delight,
And she caused her poor sister much fright.
Til one day enough was enough,
Her father did say, quite gruff...
“Unless you can turn the volume down,
Please refrain from coming around.”
“That racket causes much dismay,
I think I will go buy some hay... by the bay... I just may... someday.”