Posted on January 1, 1  •  One minute  • 144 words

We just came back after a vacation and heard strange sounds coming from the garage, apparently we had turned it into a clothes shop. My dad and I cornered some guy who broke into the shop and I bonked him on the head with a frying pan. Then I found myself in the kitchen talking to his family, they apologised for trying to rob us and apparently wanted a truce. They offered us some soup but we refused because it was obviously poisoned soup. They mentioned that if we harmed them then their “Groot Oupa” would kill us. We ignored their warning and escorted them out to our backyard and then executed them (the gun didn’t work properly as usual, but they still died somehow). We then started packing so that we can go on vacation again so that Groot Oupa doesn’t find us.