Hungry

My stomach is growling like the angry dog down the street. You know the one that comes running at you when you walk past the house, but then it gets strangled by it's leash. You laugh at that dog because you think he can never get you, but one of these days that chain is going to break, and then who's going to be laughing? The dog that's who. But yeah anyway I'm hungry... and I just wrote this post so I could post on the second to last day of creative writing.