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Story with a photo - What a Nice Day

It was a nice day, in the lovely city of Fremont. The sun was out, the grass was green, and flowers were starting to bloom. There was something wrong, though: the amount of precipitation was much lower than usual. Every day set a new low, and Fremont had just experienced the last rainstorm for the next few months. Despite the bright sun, the green grass, and the blooming flowers, many people knew that the nice days would not last. The sun will become too harsh, the grass will turn yellow, and the flowers will wither and rot.

What a nice day, in the lovely city of Fremont.

MSJMCW Story

Once upon a time, there was a cream puff named Bob. He had been brought into this world by a few cooks in a restaurant, who wrapped a combination of cream and green tea in a batch of pastry dough. Bob had a very happy life, as he sat in his comfortable paper wrapping, still freshly cut. Deep down, though, he knew that his life would one day come to an end, torn apart by human teeth, or laid to rot by hungry microorganisms. His moments of comfort and security were often interrupted by brief lapses of fear. When customers ordered the restaurant's well-known cream puffs, they would usually choose the popular vanilla cream puffs. Bob would always watch the unlucky vanilla cream puffs get carted off and placed in a box, desperately screaming for help. But one day, a group of strange red-shirted students walked into the restaurant and placed an order for cream puffs. "Vanilla, green tea, and chocolate," they told the cashier.

Bob started to panic. He had heard the strange students say chocolate. They had ordered him! The sudden realization crashed down on him. His days of lounging in his comfortable plastic wrapping were over. He would be placed into the box of doom, and meet his horrible fate. Bob tried to escape, but the cashier's hands were too fast. They grabbed him and placed him in the dark horrible box, that instrument of terror. Bob's screams of horror were muffled by the closing of the box.