Meatball Mischief
One time, when I was about 10, a girl used to pick on me constantly in school. I didn’t really know what to do about it, but when the opportunity presented itself, I knew it was my time to shine.
My hunger got the best of me at the best possible moment. So when we did a cookery class I decided to strike like a pudgy cobra. Every time she looked away from her food, spaghetti and meatballs, I’d eat a meatball.
They were pretty dry and bland, but better than the slop that was served at the cafeteria, so I kept going. I kept doing this until, on the last meatball, she caught me.
After yelling at me and asking what I was doing, I calmly said “the class should be glad, I saved them from having to eat your terrible food.” Then she hit me in the face with a whisk. Ubernook