Once a young boy found a strange looking telescope. That night he looked through it and saw an alien planet on which a terrible war was being fought.
Everyone else had gone to sleep. He thought that waking them up would just make them angrier at him, so he kept the news to himself.
The Kitchen Aid kind of broke. Butter was flying everywhere. So much for cookies.
Would the police believe his story? His face scrunched up, a solitary tear dripped and mixed with the shattered glass strewn on the concrete.
When the tear hit the glass, its magical properties enacted, and released a floral aroma. When the scent reached his nostrils, he forgot everything, and went forward in life, always laughing.
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