Tiny Terrible Tale #8: Pizza Camping

"I wish we had pizza," she sighed.

"Me too!" Her friend squealed, bouncing in her slingback chair. "Pizza, pizza, pizza!" She chanted.

To their delight, pizza was delivered to the woods where they were camping.

"Ooooooo, neat!" Applauded the sighing girl. "I wish we had a swimming pool."

"Me too!" The friend echoed and bounced again. "Pool, pool, pool!"

In recorded history, it was the first monsoon to hit Indiana, drowning the entire campground.

Tiny Terrible Tale #7: MILK

"Whole milk is too thick," he spat, curling his lips & sticking out his tongue in disgust. 

"Skim?" She asked. 

"Might as well drink water." 

"Okay." So she poured the two together on his head.

Tiny Terrible Tale #6: Library Fines

"I'm here to take care of my fine." The man said in a very serious tone.
"Oh good," said the older library worker.
"'Bout time," smirked the other one.
"That'll be," the first one paused. "Twenty cents."
They all laughed as he dropped two dimes in the counter. He gave an exaggerated wipe to his forehead.
"Glad to have that off my conscience."
"Oh, I know!" Exclaimed the young smirker. "You don't want to let that build up! If you owe over five dollars, we send out the Library's Secret Mafia."
He laughed. "Good! I can stop running. Have a good day!"
They waved and wished him a good day too.
The older woman turned to the younger one. "Why would you say that? You know we never send out the Mafia before a fifty dollar infraction."

Tiny Terrible Tale #5: Purple Tent

(This Tiny Terrible Tale is dedicated in its entirety to Claire Allysse Cecelia Dagmar Queen of the Fjords Liptrot. It is, in fact, NOT about her.)

She wants a purple tent; a purple, purple tent.

"There are no purple tents!" 

She pouted and cried and wailed and whined until someone came along, shoved her in her tent and poured ten tons of purple paint on it.

"There! You happy?"

From deep within the purple came a squeaky little, "No!"