when I was little I went to Walmart with my parents. I somehow got ahold of those like rubber chickens that squeal and begged my parents to get it. they said no which made me angry. when they looked away, I put it under my butt (I was sitting on the cart where kids go). when it came to check out time I was terrified and didn’t think I would but I actually got away with it. I don’t remember much after that but I do remember when I got home I got really paranoid and scarred and buried it in my front yard. It’s still there.


