GLORY

It was late afternoon, the Pinata hung there scarred, mocking us from it's perch. All attempts to strike it down had failed, they had hurt it but still fell short of bringing it down. I was their last hope, they called me up, I grabbed my weapon, a wooden stick covered in tissue paper, the weapon of a true worrior. I watched my opponent, it watched me back, he moved on legs unseen, left right up down, he tried to make me miss like all the others, i wouldn't. the onlookers were watching me, waiting for me to tame their beast. "wait...wait...wait" i told myself as i waited for my time to strike, there, I aimed my shot and swung, SHHHYYYYRE! the pinata screamed as it was torn apart, an 18 inch gash hung in its side, the contents of its insides were raining down on me. The onlookers cheered, I had slain it, where all others had fallen before me, i had prevailed, a champion.

And as all the children ran and got their candy i was left with nothing, NOTHING! I had obliterated a pinata and was left nothing, nothing but a story and a Tootsie roll.

A true story.
-Ernie