Lunchtime

“Give it back!”

Jonathan held my lunch under his arm, staring at me as he started to back away. He was such a jerk. I spent hours preparing my food and this asshole comes into my house to take it.

He had dark brown hair and grubby little fingers; he looked at me like I was some sort of monster. What a douche.

He ran down the street with my lunch and I lumbered after him. Usually I would be able to catch him but I was wiped from getting my lunch. I lost him around the corner but my nose never fails me and soon found him hiding in a garden.

And then I freakin ate him and my lunch (his brother) because I’m a goddamn grizzly bear.

-- Rudolph