a picture story

One fine Saturday morning, Amanda and Tim opened the door to their apartment to enjoy the fresh summer air.

All was fine and well: The birds were singing happily; the kitchen window near the door was closed; the pictures on the sill remained in their usual place.

Then a gigantic bee came into the apartment! No one knew what to do. Tim and Amanda stood by and watched the bee menacingly buzz around the closed window, no doubt made exceedingly angry and bloodthirsty by this turn of events. After a moment of hysterics that lasted perhaps longer than necessary, Tim finally grabbed the broom.

After a grueling battle, the bee was overcome.

Destruction was wrought.

Though Tim received no physical wounds, the broom was mutilated. Reeling from the trauma, Tim bemoaned, "Amanda, I'm shaking!"

In order to calm her agitated husband, Amanda retrieved the vacuum to dispose of the bee's corpse. Then, she took the vacuum repository to the dumpster to remove all reminders of the incident.

As she was emptying the repository, the filter fell out onto the dumpster floor. "Oh no! It must be retrieved!" she cried.

Then, Amanda encountered a problem. Try as she might, she could not get out of the dumpster! The walls were too high!

As Amanda was chillaxing in the dumpster, Tim searched out items with which to rescue her. "I know," he thought. "I'll get one of the end tables from our living room and some rope. Brilliant!" At first, Amanda didn't know how this would work. But she cooperated nonetheless. What else could she do?

Tim handed the table over the edge of the dumpster, Amanda set it down and hooked the rope around its legs. Then she stood on the table to climb out!

"Oh happy day! I am saved!"

Then Amanda and Tim rescued the end table from the clutches of the dumpster/dungeon with the rope. Success!

Yeah, this was completely embarrassing. And to make it worse, our neighbors (whom we've never spoken to) were watching pretty much the whole time. We still haven't spoken to them.

The end.