Today with head hung low and her ham sandwich in a liquor store bag she went to school. I tried to cheer her up with this happy thought of her lunchbox.
|Like how the dog you had as a kid went to the "farm".|
Because I am a genius, and put my phone number in the box, I got a call from someone saying they had the lunchbox, so I said, "I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter's lunchbox go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you"
Or he just said that he left it by the main entrance of the school. I can't really remember to be honest.
I went to school today and there was the lunchbox, with all it's innards strewn around it like a pack of hyenas got at it and tore it apart.