When I was in 8th grade, I hit a serious patch of Ninja fascination. Thankfully, there were catalogs that catered to this, and I can't tell you how many lawns I mowed or cars I washed, so I could stock up on craptastic, er, I mean fantastic Ninja gear.
Once, when receiving a particularly sharp cargo of goodies, I ran into the back yard to test my arsenal of mega-power. There it was! An orange tree, chock-full of fat, listless enemies (oranges).
They never saw me coming.
Later that day, my mom was furious that there were at least a dozen PERFECT half-oranges hanging from the tree. She obviously did not appreciate precision or the ways of the Ninja.
Once, when receiving a particularly sharp cargo of goodies, I ran into the back yard to test my arsenal of mega-power. There it was! An orange tree, chock-full of fat, listless enemies (oranges).
They never saw me coming.
Later that day, my mom was furious that there were at least a dozen PERFECT half-oranges hanging from the tree. She obviously did not appreciate precision or the ways of the Ninja.
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