Bite-Sized

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"Couldn't it have fallen off?"
"In the shape of a bite?"

For some reason, Rob quickened his pace as he walked home from school. He had a really strange feeling, like something major was going on his home. As he rounded the corner, his instincts were confirmed - three white vans were parked outside of his shack of home, their shiny exteriors looking completely out of place in his drab, overgrown neighborhood.

He rushed in the front door and found his mom surrounded by many men completely outfitted in black, along with a camera crew and sound equipment. "Mom, what's going on? Are you okay? Did something happen to    Daffodil?" Daffodil was the puppy he rescued less than a month ago, and already he loved her more than anything in the world.

His mother laughed, putting Rob at ease."No, no nothing like that! But look! We won!"
Rob was puzzled. "What are you talking about? What did we win?"
One of the men in black turned around in that instant and exclaimed: "Onnnneeee MILLION DOLLLLLLAAAAAARS!" in a dramatic announcer voice. In a smaller voice he added, "before taxes and fees."

Rob was stunned for a second, then realized what that meant.A million thoughts swam around his head. He, his mother and Daffodil would get to move into that nice neighborhood across the street. He would get to go out whenever he pleased, rather than playing board games all the time. And best of all, he could finally have all the art supplies he ever wanted, and more.

After taxes, he, his mom and Daffodil were left with a little over $660,000, which was more than enough to please them. He bought himself bounties of art supplies, and practiced his drawing skills every day.

One day, he grabbed an apple from his new large, stainless steel refrigerator. He was about to eat it, when the telephone rang.and he ran to get the new cordless phone in the next room. It was his best friend Steve. After the initial greetings, Rob took the phone into the kitchen to grab the apple he had left on the counter. However, to his surprise, a piece was no longer there! His sharp intake of breath was audible over the phone, and Steve asked what was wrong.

"It's just that...a few minutes ago, I took out a perfect apple, and now there's a huge piece missing! I think my dog ate a piece!"
"Couldn't it have fallen off? I doubt you dog would have taken the apple off of the counter, bitten into it, and then replaced it."
"In the shape of a bite?" I retorted back, skeptically.
"Well, I don't know!" Steve said, a bit hurt. "Send me a picture of it, and maybe we can figure it out together.
"I know! I'll draw you a picture! I just got new art supplies. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Sure. See ya later."

I pressed the "off" button on the phone and raced up to my art studio to get some supplies. I sat at that counter for hours, trying to perfect the picture, and I must say, it turned out pretty well. After I was finished, I  went over to Steve's house, and he seemed really impressed by my drawing.

"You know, Rob, I might just use this one day." And he sure did (although he did modify it a bit to appear less three dimensional).