Snuck out last night to
meet at our usual spot —
for one last goodbye


“Mom? Dad?” Sprout asked. “Who’s the little runt next to me?”
“Oh, that’s your sibling,” Dad answered.
“My what?”
“Your sibling. You know, a baby brother or sister.”
“It sure doesn’t look like us,” Sprout observed. “Are you sure it’s ours?”
“Of course, dear,” Mom replied. “Give it some time. You’ll see.”
“I hope it’s not a girl!” Sprout said.
“Don’t worry about it, son. We all vegetate the same.”


“The Master says we should do something meaningful every day—something memorable that makes an impact,” Grace explained.
“Ah, but ‘meaningful’ is subjective,” Precious grinned. “Razor blades in candy bars, or cinder blocks thrown from the overpass?”
“Why not both?”
“Indeed,” Precious agreed. “Why not both? Maybe we’ll get extra credit!”
