One day Michael Jr. found daddy's old toys. What a treasure chest of play items. There was everything here. "Cool," Michael Jr thought. "This little car runs perfectly on the floor. Why doesn't daddy play with these anymore?" Then there is was.
Michael Jr. had never seen anything a beautiful as it. What was it? As the hand of the child reached out and grabbed the object, his eyes gleamed almost as much as his dad's eyes gleamed when he first saw the "green eye." "It must be a jewel of great money," thought Michael Jr. He thought of all the games that he could play with his new jewel. Pirates, yes pirates. He would be the riches pirate of them all.
Where should he hide his new jewel? No one should be able to find it. No one.
"What was that sound? I need to hide my new jewel." So Michael Jr. put the jewel in his month.
As his father walked into the room, Michael Jr. smiled innocently. His father looked at his offspring, and just smiled. How could something be so beautiful be so messy. But all he could so is grin at his son.
Just then, Michael noticed his son looked a little pale. Not pale, but a tint of blue. "What's going on?", he thought. Crap he is choking. On what. What could it be? Like a cat, Michael snatched up his son and started slapping his back. "Spit it out! Jr. Spilt it out!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Furiously, Michael laid the boy down, and stuck the meaty fingers trying to grab whatever was killing him. There, he felt it. Its round. Its hard to grab. He had to do anything to save his son. With a final shove of his hand into the boy's month, Michael latched on to the object and ripped it from the young throat. It was his childhood's treasure. The treasure he "won" from his friend. The green eye. All Michael could do was sit hug his kin, while crying. If only he didn't "win" the green eye.
