Literature
An American Tragedy
One sunshiny morning in some month, young Mary Smith was promenading through the local park. "La la la," she sang to herself. Birds chirped merrily in the air; children's laughter rang through her ears.
"Could this day get ANY sweller?" asked Mary to no one in particular.
And get sweller it did: Mary spied a shiny nickel on the sidewalk. "What good luck!" exclaimed Mary, bending down to claim the treasure. "I'm gonna use this to buy me an ice cream cone! Yummers!" She rubbed her stomach. "This is the bestest day ever!"
At that precise moment, a wayward jogger ran down the very narrow path, listening to "Fergilicious" on his brand-spanki