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WEEK 300
"Wow," Kevin said, panting. "That guy with the mask really freaked me out when he..."

...started spraying fly killer everywhere! We could both get murdered, then we d be dead. Forever!"

"But," said Cecilia, "I didn't think fly spray killed us flying grasshoppers, Kevin."

"Duh! I didn't take time to stop and read the label. I'm getting out of here!" He hopped to the window.

"Why was he wearing a mask?" she asked, flapping her wings, saying, "I'll go and take a look..." She flew off through the archway and into the living room. Within seconds she flew back and landed beside Kevin on the sill.

"He's not wearing a mask. That's how he is. He LOOKS like that! And it was AIR FRESHENER, NOT insect spray..."

"Oh yeah, well I'm a hoppin'-off, he said, "I'm getting away from HIM and YOU ... you're much too hop-timistic for me!!"

by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New Zealand

...pulled out that knife. I must of ran across the room, before I realized he wasn't going to chase me.

"Keven, don't you know who that is?"

"No, Billy I don't."

"He's only the famous masked chef. You dummy."

"Why was he giving me the evil eye?"

"You do know were on the set of the food channel--right?"

"Soooo?"

"Well you were standing between him and the TV camera."

by Ronald Brunsky, Ohio

...mumbled something about eucalyptus before nodding off. Would you check his appointment request for me, Angela?"

Angela's perfectly manicured nails danced over her keyboard. A split second later her concentration morphed into a triumphant smile. She swiveled the monitor toward Kevin.

Eucalyptus Facial Mask. Noon. Gift certificate. His wife.

Shouting "EX-wife!" Kevin never heard Angela's made the appointment by phone. Rushing back to the treatment room, he jabbed 911 into his cell.

Seventy miles away, thin, hard lips stretched into a tiny evil grin. Allller-gicccc... she hissed, glancing up at the clock in the prison day room.

by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR

...stepped out of the elevator. I wasn't paying attention and about walked right into him!

"Ha! Guy in a mask. Where ARE you, a bank?"

"Nope, guess again." Kevin loved this game. He and Beemer played "Where Am I?" so often, they usually used up all their cell phone minutes by mid-month.

"Costume shop! Halloween department!"

Kevin laughed. "Wrongo-bongo, Beemer!"

"Museum Gift Shop! Bat Cave? On a horse next to Tonto?"

"That's five guesses, Beemer-Boy!"

Absolutely gleeful at having stumped his best bud, Kevin was all but dancing around in the carpeted hall. "One final boo-boo and you owe me lunch!"

Unfortunately, his gloating comment was drowned out by the voice coming from the wall speaker above his head: "Doctor Madjid, please report to the Operating Room immediately!"

by Ric Hardson, USA