GAME OVER
THE WET AND SQUSIEY SUBSENSE FLEW OUT OF MY HAND AND ON TO THE GREEN CANVES A NEAR MISS BUT I WILL TRY AGAIN I LINE IT UP AND.....



AS HIGH AS A GIRAFFE AS POWERFUL AS HERCULES THE WATER BALLON WAS ON IT,S WAY TO MR PUTTS FACE BUT THEN THERE WAS TROBLE A SLIGHT CHANGE OF DIRICTION AND IT WAS CURVING AWAY IN MY HEAD I WAS SAYING TURN BACK! TURN BACK!!! DESPRETLY WANTING IT TO TURN THE WATEREY BALL WAS NEVER GOING TO TURN PLUS IF IT WAS IT WAS TO LITTLE TO LATE THE WATER SPLATED EVERYWHERE MY TURN WAS OVER.

I REACHED IN MY POCKETS FOR MY TICKETS TO GO AGAIN BUT THEN I COULDN,T FEEL ANYTHING OTHER THAN SOME POCKET LINT I PULLED OUT EVERY POCKET IHAD BUT NO MOOLAH.

A GUSH OF WIND BLEW INTO MY FACE THE DAY WAS OVER AND IT WAS GAME OVER.