Bobby was a chubby boy, about four and a half feet tall and carrying an unruly shock of off-blond hair. He was nine years old, not very smart, and a bit of a troublemaker. His favorite thing to do was go to the beach and poke, prod, or otherwise torment whatever wildlife he could find. This was why, even though his birthday was in two weeks, Bobby would never be ten years old."Remember Bobby, don't bother the animals," his mother said as they reached the sand. Bobby just laughed and ran o
Sproing!
By: Strega
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