Marshmallow War One

Tonight, my family and I enjoyed the first marshmallow roast of the fall-the smell of burning wood, the warm-cold contrast of fire and fall tempatures, trying to roast my marshmallow while being taunted with a flaming stick by my father, watching Jack and Wils run around the yard with torches (while Daddy hums the Olympic theme), the whole nine yards. And then-Wils lit my marshmallow. On fire. I like my marshmallows soft and white, not black and brittle. So, naturally, I refused to give him another one when he asked (I always try and secure positions of power, such as keeper of the marshmallows.). And before I could say "Naughty, Mean, Mankin", they both had thier water guns trained on me. So, I did the only thing one can do in such a situation. I fled. With the marshmallows.I took refuge inside the house, where I locked the back door, the front door, and the garage door. The war had begun.

 Jack and Wils began to try and breach my fortress. After establishing that the doors were impenetrable , they got in through Annie's window.

Annie was not there at the time. I was a lone wolf

  I employed my my most tried and true method of fighting-flight. Once outside, I begged my daddy for protection. He refused. and so, I got the hose and hid while my loyal sisters convinced the mean old mankins that I was hiding inside. When they unraveled that deception, I was able to reclaim my fortress with the aid of the hose. After a more detailed lock down, I decided that this was a serious fight- for my honor. As a result, I put my hair up in an indiscriminate messy bun (without the aid of a mirror. Yes, it was that serious.). I also traded my cute but rather wet sweater and oversize shirt for a black tank top and rain boots. Much more special agent.

I prevented daddy -aided  breach attempts here,

here,

and here.

While these were in progress, my dear sister Annie smuggled me a water gun, while my devious sister Ellie became a double agent, and brought me the cap for it. I filled it with water and ice. Also, I got Daddy's permission to use hairspray and a lighter as a flame thrower. Then, the immpossible happened. Daddy squeezed Jack though a 8 by 16 window pane he broke earlier this year.

He was able to take the marshmallow bag.

But all was not lost. After masterfully luring him out of the house, I discovered a lone marshmallow had been left on the counter. Reveling in my victory, I licked it in front of the window in the back door, to the agony of the mean old mankins. Daddy declared the war over. I won. A feeble retaliation attempt was made by Jack.  He ate the last marshmallow. I simply reminded him that I had licked it.

                                                                      The End