The day was shaping up to be nothing short of annoying. After roughly interrogating my closest friends, I realized a horrible truth- no one had eaten breakfast that morning! This exacerbated the already angry freshmen, and they started running around the cafeteria and screaming. Well, they might have. I wasn't there. But I do know that in the hallways I distinctly heard the word "scone". What did it all mean?!?!
I stared out the window, not looking at anything at particular. The thought crossed my mind that someone could easily look in through the window (perhaps to make faces at me) but I shunned the idea, as it was midnight. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw something at the end of the driveway. It moved, and scampered off into the trees. Must have been a chipmunk, I thought to myself. But I already knew it wasn't. Still, it couldn't have been what I thought it was. It was small, light brown... No! It was a chipmunk- or a weird squirrel. Yes! That's it! It was a weird squirrel. But even if I had accepted what I saw, it would have made no difference. So, I turned around to do my homework, and saw it.
On my desk was a muffin. I stared in horror as I recognized it as the one I left on the counter that morning, only slightly more stale. I picked it up, and looked at it. There was nothing strange about this muffin, yet inside I felt a strong urge to eat it. But immediately after biting into the muffin did I realize what was happening. Flashes came to me... a man in a blue cloak... a jar of pickles... yes... sour pickles... and finally... a poodle. Then I fell to the ground and felt like I was punched in the throat by some really strong guy that hated me. I turned and saw the muffin. Only it wasn't a muffin. It was a scone.