
Something terrible happens when you give a group of boys candy. Normally these boys are little gentlemen - angelic even - but the milli-second I presented each with a massive 'jaw-breaker' they transformed into the demons you see before you.
I should have paid mind when I saw one take a hammer downstairs but I ignored my better judgment and carried on my task oblivious to the chaos brewing. Sometime later, when the sugar rush had subsided I venture to the family room - retracting in horror. Shattered pieces of compressed candy littered the floor. It was ground into the carpet where they had smashed jawbreakers with hammer. Shards of candy were scattered under, in, between and over the entire room. I swear candy fragments were embedded in the ceiling. "What happened here!?" I exclaimed in dismay.
4 pitiful boys glanced my way with hollow eyes - a sure sign of sugar- induced coma.
"We can't remember." "It was all a blur." "Where am I?" "I can't feel my tongue."
Will I ever - ever - learn?!