Once upon a time there was a boy by the name of Shawn. Forthwith is an account of the adventures of our unlikely hero, his challenges (the day his converse wore out) and his final victory. The avid reader may think, upon perusing the following document, that the writer has included fictitious events in her account and the reader would be somewhat correct in assuming this, as some events have been modified to allow for privacy issues, copyright laws and to ensure Mr Maghami of eBay enterprises does not follow up on his sepoena. Where possible, small degrees of toilet humour have been added to accustom the reader to the lifestyle of Mr Sabeti and to understand his subsequent choices.
That being said, let us delve into the early life of Shawn and his association with the Sabeti clan.
Shmeh havent written this yet.
Shmeh havent written this yet.
And now to the present situation or phenonmenon, if you will, that is Sharon.
Shawn liked to eat Japanese peanut crackers by the dozen and often amused himself by regurgitating small portions at a later time, rolling them into small balls with cornflour, baking them at 160 degrees for 40 minutes until they were rock hard, letting them cool and then heading over to the local bird sanctuary and letting them fly at the ducks waddling aimlessly around. Ducks which would never waddle again, nor would they ever feel the sweet sensation of water washing past their webbed phalanges. Reader, please note that the venue, victim and manner of crime have been changed to protect the identity of a certain feline whose very existence may be at risk from this young man and his juvenile delinquent posse.
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