Potato and Butterfly
The man came up to the garden. He had a machete in one hand an a shovel in the other. He had durable gloves on, and the sun glistening brightly made the picture clear. Of course, I didn't get to see a thing because I was already underground.
"Lets see if I can 6.5 miles to the bus stop in 30 minutes," I told myself as I started to jog at a fast pace down the hill. "I'll take the passageway in stead," I muttered to myself as I ran into the woods on my left. There was a sewer system there. I jumped into the system and ran as fast as I could to the other side. I need to hurry or else the sewer rats, which were the size of a Whippet dog, would come up and try to eat me.
I hear the rumbling of the bus rolling on the gravel road on top of me. I'd better hurry. I'll be late.
Finally, I start to see the light from above and grab onto the steel ladder. I climbed, up and up.
"How long does this take," I muttered to my tired self as I tried to grab the next bar. I felt as if something were weighing me down. Something...
And before I could reach the top, a furry hand grabbed my neck and both of us went plummeting down to the concrete floor, 15 feet below us.