When Mr. Goodenwell saw his baby boy Vince for the first time, he swore that he’d do anything to protect the little guy. This was easy at first. All Vince did was lie in a pillow and drink milk. But soon little Vince grew bigger, and then he started walking. Now little Vince got into everything. Vince’s curiosity was becoming a serious threat to himself.  So Mr. Goodenwell went to the store and bought $150 worth of equipment to childproof his home. He put covers on the outlets, bumpers on the table corners, and a sliding lock on the toilet lid. As Mr. Goodenwell was adjusting the covers on the door knobs, Vince pulled the cap off an outlet and chewed on it. It got lodged in his throat and Vince began to choke. Mr. Goodenwell found him just in time.

One bright Easter morning, Timmy Holloway woke up to the smell of eggs, but not breakfast eggs, Easter eggs. That’s right Timmy had a craving for Easter eggs, and today was the day to get them, boy howdy. There was only one thing standing in his way, well two really: the Solomon brothers. The Solomon brothers got more eggs than Timmy every year. Timmy reasoned that this was because there were two of them and they counted their eggs as one. He suspected that this was cheating but couldn’t articulate the notion. Timmy clutched his sack behind his back as the Solomon brothers approached him. The taller brother distracted Timmy. The shorter one snuck behind him and clipped the corner of Timmy’s egg sack, making quite a big hole. Timmy failed to notice this. When the whistle blew, Timmy was off. He wasn’t surprised to see the Solomon brothers behind him. Timmy was much faster than they. He was surprised that they chose to follow him. Timmy beat them to every egg, and raced on to the next, never noticing that his sack wasn’t getting heavier. As he approached the end of the course, Timmy was elated to be the first to finish. The Solomon brothers were right behind him. "Maybe next year, loser twins," Timmy chuckled, right before he noticed that his sack was empty.

Making friends isn’t easy. Ask Juan Guerrero, who moved to New High School High three months ago but he still eats lunch by himself. Nobody picks on him really, but they pretty much ignore him, at least since the incident. You see, Juan had his chance. We almost adopted him into our crew, the skaters, after Juan said he could skate. "Oh yeah?" asked my boy Romeo, "well, where’s your board?" Juan replied shakily, "Uh, my mom ran over it with her car, but I do flips and grinds and all that stuff." Romeo didn’t believe him.  "Why don’t you use my board? Show me one of those flips," Romeo challenged. Juan gulped and grabbed the board. "Uh... Ok," he replied.  When you see a good skater on TV or in a video game, skateboarding may look easy. In real life though, just moving without falling, let alone doing any tricks, takes a lot of practice. So I wasn’t too surprised when Juan landed flat on his can before he even made it across a single sidewalk square. "Wow! What an awesome flip, Tony Hawk. You’ll have to teach me that," Romeo sneered. Now Juan eats lunch alone.