So their I was, playing Mortal combat 9 When the door bell rang. My name was guss, just guss. I went to the door to see a small skunk looking figure satnding their. He had a note in his hand.


to whom it may concern, Hes your problem now, Sincierly Arachna.


The little skunk started to cry. "Noooooo, its OK. Your going to be just fine." I picked up the skunky fellow and set him on the coutch in the living room and noticed he had on a back pack. I took off his back pack and opened it to find only one toy, it was a stuffed panda. "Panpan!" He cryed. He snached the toy from my hands and hugged it as tight as he could. I then turned off my game and turned on the TV. I looked for a kids show and found a show called the Back-Yardagians. He slowly stoped crying and started watching the show. So I sat down with him and asked him his name. Bileave it or not, his name was gussy. I then asked him if he had recently ate. He shook his head no. So I told him after the show was done that he had to eat. I went and set up a chair with books. I made him a cheesy lasagna and got him a blue fork and a blue plate. He came in and told me he, well, you get the Idea. so I had to go bye changing supplys. And thank fully he didn't get a rash. I fed him, and put him down for a nap. "Are you going to be my new daddy?" He asked me. "Yes, son". I turned out the lights and he screamed bloody murder. I turned the lights back on and he was crying, again. So I came over and com forted him. I guess he was scared of the dark. He also said that he was scared of hights. "I, i, i, i want my passy, i want my passy". he blubbered. "Awwww, I'm sorry sweety, but I'll tell you what, instead i'll stay in the room with you." "Can you pweas sing me a night-night song?"

"Who killed Cock Robin," I began. "I, said the sparrow; with my bow and arrow. Who saw him die, I said the fly..." and so on and so forth untill, " all the birds in the air fell sighing and sobbing when thy heard the bell toll for poor cock robin."

It was when I came in to wake him up that he was gone. Their was a note on the bed that said if I ever wanted to see my son agian then I would come to 34 jump street at midnight, alone. So I did and what do you know, its a drunk guy with a gun. I get behind the fence. My son is screaming and dangaling from the roof. I had a pistole on me but I hated guns. "Help me daddy!"shouted my son. "Shut the **** up!" He hit my son with the back of his gun and he started crying. Thats when I thought, oh screw it. I pulled out my gun and layed a clip into him. I cut my son loos and we left that place feeling more acomplished than ever.