Stupid Baby

sharp-edged rock.

“Gypsy moth,” she whispered. “I do hereby sentence you to death for the crime of trespassing. Do you wish to appeal?”

She paused, then squeaked, ‘yes, yes!’

“Appeal denied,” she said in her regular voice. “Execution to be carried out immediately.”

She raised the rock above her head, and slammed it down, slicing the gypsy moth in half, crying in a squeaky voice as she did, ‘no, no, your honor, please! Aaagggh!’

She dropped the rock and got up, dusting herself off, and looked around the yard.

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