Emotional Story

      Dearest Mike Thoughts For You Fans,

                How have you been doing lately?  I have been doing mighty fine.  Hopefully, all of you child readers out there are enjoying summer.  You scallywags are lucky, what with being off for two and a half months.  While we adults spend the summer working, you ruffians get to sit there and rot while watching reruns of Jersey Shore.  Try to do something more productive, watch midget tossing instead of the Jersey Shore.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bd-sfqzFdmk  Watch fully for best results.  I digress, here comes story number 11.  I must warn you, this story is emotional for all who experienced that day, all four of us.  For full effect, I highly suggest playing the music it says to play at the certain times.  I highly, highly suggest it.  It will help the story change your life.
            Story number 11

      It was a hot, wet August day.  I was with my cousins.  We had recently created makeshift fishing poles by attaching a string around a wooden stick.  Looking back, we must have been poor. 
      Anyway, we were walking to a nearby pond.  After a long walk that seemed to be forever, we reached the pond and dropped in our lines.  Our cousins told us about a snapping turtle that lived in the pond their whole lives.  We spent the entire day before trying to catch it.  We had to redeem ourselves, for we could only rest when this creature, later named Jaws, was captured.  Once we arrived, there were a few other kids our age around the pond.  "What are you trying to catch?" I ask.  The short one of the group flips me off while the others ignore my question.  It hurts on the inside.
      My brother caught Jaws that day.  We pulled him onto the land, he bit the line and stumbled back into the water.  We were angry.  This was war.
      We stayed at the pond all day and all night.  When it was around two PM the next day, my cousin felt a nibble.  It was Jaws.  We had to knock it out to bring it home, obviously. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYj8ciqAPcA Listen to this as you read the next paragraph for maximum enjoyment.  also, read very slowly and out loud.

      We looked for something to put it in shock.  I gripped my fishing pole with both hands as I slowly lifted it.  Everything felt like slow motion as I quickly bring the stick to the turtles neck.  My back arches and arms extend as the stick flies through the air.  When the stick is only a few inches from the animal, my right arm slides up the stick toward my left hand.  The turtles pupils begin to widen, just as mine do.  The other people at the pond all anticipate what is about to happen.  My nostrils begin to flare and tongue swirls, licking my lips. My muscles seize up.  I bring the stick right to its head; it was out cold.  I pick it up by the leg and throw it in the cooler. The drive home is silent.  I could've sworn I saw a single tear drip down my brother's cheek on the ride home.  Our level of pride was incalculable.  This next part, I swear, is true.  I specifically remember this part.  We took the turtle in our backyard and plopped him on the concrete.  Jaws kept trying to escape.  I asked if I could knock him out again, but we decided it'd be more fun to try to play with it.  He kept crawling away.  We had to build a barrier that he wouldn't cross.  Everything we used, he'd crawl over.  As Jaws crawled over a barrier of pencils, I caught an idea.   As I set fire to a stack of crumpled up newspapers surrounding the poor beast, my eyes grow wider and wider and veins begin to stick out.  You could see the crazy in my eyes as I bring the Irish green lighter toward a New York Post.  The flame begins to grow.(TURN OFF MUSIC BEFORE CONTINUING)  (SWITCH TO THIS SONG)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPW8y6woTBI listen to this for final paragraph


  They eyes of Jaws seem to tear up, as I failed to take wind into account.  The wind blows the flame directly into the animal.  His slimy and rough skin turns crispy and burnt.  As we look into the fire and the animal burns, I felt regret, yet also happiness.  We conquered the beast.  In that moment, all else in the world fades out except the burning carcass of the animal we had been hunting for so many years.  Everything turns black around us.  All I see is the turtle, almost appearing to have a spotlight on him, like the star of a show.  But not today.  Jaws may have once reigned supreme.  But that day, as we all swayed back and forth with our arms on each other's shoulders watching the flaming corpse of the magnificent snapping turtle, we all felt the victory. 
(FOR FULL EFFECT, FINISH SONG WITH EYES CLOSED AND TRY TO CAPTURE HOW WE FELT)