"Let's look out the window first, see what them scoundrels be doing," Lemon Brown exclaimed.
"Let's look out the window first, see what them scoundrels be doing," Lemon Brown exclaimed. Before they got to the window, the thugs DASHED to the bushes like a bushel of cheetahs running to catch pray. "I don't see anyone, so I am gonna head on home." explained Greg. "Well be careful because those scalawags could be anywhere," Lemon Brown explained.
Greg stepped out the door with a smile on his face. He went on for two blocks, and the thugs unknowingly went on following behind Greg. After a few min, BAM, they jumped him. Later on the second thug told them to stop and came up to Greg and punched him in the face hard enough to leave a black and purple mark on his face.
Greg woke up gasping for air. Unclear of what had happened, he sat up. He thought for a minute and decided that this was all a dream. He got up and went to go to the bathroom. While he was washing his hands he looked up at the mirror. "What happened to my face?" screamed Greg.
He had bruises all over his face. He went back to his room thinking about why the second thug had told the other thugs to stop. He wonders who the second thug was. How did he end up on his bed? Had someone taken him to his house while he was out?
He bolted down stairs to get a drink of water, and he saw his dad standing next to the exact same mask the second thug had on. "Did you learn a good lesson yesterday?" asked Greg's dad, Jeff. Greg was curious about what happened. "I did that to teach you a lesson boy, so next time don't sneak out because someone could actually hurt you." confessed Jeff
Thirty two years later this is the story Greg told his kids. He still has the mask sitting on his desk like a scar in his life. That story is passed from generation to generation, and it is a reminder to never run away from your problems.