"Aunt Billy"
"Get out of here!" screamed Wilson, "Get out now!"
Wilson had had enough of his Aunt Billy entering his room to reproach him for not having finished his oatmeal.
"Get out of here, or I’ll call the police!"
And Aunt Billy left the room, quietly. Wilson resumed playing with his Legos. Little did he know, however, that Aunt Billy was planning her own little revenge.
While Wilson played peacefully with his Legos, Aunt Billy began to prepare an entire vat of oatmeal. In it she stirred two sticks of butter and an entire package of brown sugar. She lugged the pot of steaming oatmeal to Wilson’s door and knocked again.
"Who is it?" said Wilson.
"It is I, Aunt Billy," she answered.
"I told you to go away!"
"I have your laundry; please open the door for me—my hands are full."
Wilson, who had been waiting eagerly for his clean pair of Superman Underoos, gratefully obliged.
When Wilson opened the door, there stood Aunt Billy with a detached, ironic smirk on her face, holding a huge vat of steaming oatmeal. Before Wilson knew what was happening, Aunt Billy poured the entire vat of oatmeal over his head and then proceeded to spank him, oatmeal splashing everywhere. And with that, she turned on her heel, walked through the door and closed it gently behind her.
Wilson never again neglected to finish his oatmeal. Plus, he was severely burned.
THE END
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