Jake is a dog.

He is a god dog.

He wa

“Scott, this is by far the worst story yet, and you spelled good wrong”, said Brian.

“Do I look like I care?”, asked Scott, he waited a moment thinking, “Maybe I want him to be a god.”

“That’s a horrible excuse.”

“You know what Brian, if you really think you are so good, why don’t you write your own short story?”

“Oh yeah, I guess I will then.”

“Fine, I guess you will.”

“So, are you going to tell me what the rules of our little contest are or are you going to leave me in the dark?”

“I’ll tell you, relax. So, the short story can only be two pages long and it has to be about a man eating a pizza and the man is a janitor and there can not be any dialogue.”

“That is so easy. I’ll get this in a heartbeat,” said Brian.

“We will see,” said Scott.

Two days later, Brian and Scott met up again.

“Are you ready to tell your sheep spit story,” asked Brian.

“Only if you are ready to tell me your crappy version of your so called, story,” said Scott.

“Fine then let’s begin,”

“I’ll go first,” said Scott.

“Ok, begin,”

“The man eating a pizza was a Janitor.”

“Why is janitor uppercase?,”

“Shut up Brian. I’m trying to read my story to you.”

Brian sighed.

“The man eating pizza was a Janitor. He was as mute as a monster truck, but today he forgot how to speak. I want to talk but I cannot, oh well.”

Then he ate his pizza.

A mouse wanted some but it did not get any. The end,” Scott finished his story smiling.

“That was your story, ha ha, mine is so much better,” laughed Brian.

“How so?”, asked Scott

“Let me show you.”

“Whatever.”

“The yellow school bus came to a stop at Park Shore middle school. The end.”

“That was even worse at least my story had a mouse your story was outrageously bad,” said Scott.

“I think we write best together,” said Brian.

“Me too,” agreed Scott.

They read each others stories and they completely agreed that their stories were sucky and they always wrote together from that point forward happily (and unhappily) together forever after.