Eduardo's Bad Day

It was a bad day for everyone, especially Eduardo Haybiff. Monday started out hot and humid with that dumb dog barking at 6:30. The scabby wart on his head was bleeding again. The barking dog wasn't what got Eduardo of the apartment building that fateful morning. The racket was being created twelve stories up. Eduardo could see a woman beating a futon hanging over her balcony. Pop pop pop! "Stop that noise!" Eduardo yelled.

Startled, she lost her grip on the futon. The impact knocked Eduardo's head clean off. At least there was no more scabby wart to pick at.