I. Andrew was sitting at his desk, writing. He set his pencil down on the desktop before him, scratched his chin, and stared thoughtfully towards the classroom door.
But the longer he stared, the more he became convinced that the door was, in fact, opening slowly.
As Andrew stood to investigate, a big, slobbering beast with red-rimmed eyes burst through the door, dashed across the room, and ripped Andrew's head off with one swipe of its terrible claws.
The monster laughed as Andrew's body fell heavily to the floor at his feet: He knew that supper was ready.
II. Brandon was expecting company for dinner that night, so he decided to head off to the supermarket to buy ingredients for his famous tongue stew. Brandon lived in an apartment two blocks away from the closest market, so he decided to walk, as it was a very nice day outside.
Once at the market, Brandon bought a box of broth, a few potatoes, and a half-pond of minced tongue. After waiting at the check-out for some time, Brandon paid for his groceries and walked away with two bags in his hands.
Outside, Brandon saw a stray cat. It seemed friendly enough, so Brandon stooped down and set the bags containing the broth, potatoes, and minced tongue on the sidewalk beside him. He reached out to pet the cat, but suddenly, the cat grabbed an abandoned grocery bag in its mouth and sprinted away.
Brandon jumped to his feet. "Somebody stop him!" he cried, pointing a finger at the retreating animal. "That cat's got my tongue!"
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