"Papa, I am going to go and pick some berries!" Squealed Suzie, full of excitement. As if in response, Papa, as always, grunted and turned to the next page of the New York Times newsletter. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, it was warm... But not too warm. It was a perfect day for berry picking. Suzie was crossing a stream, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a very green and lush meadow full of berries, flowers, wonderful smells, and even some deer and field mice. Suzie headed over towards a small patch of daffodils and picked 4. After, she headed on, towards a big, big bush of yummy, pure berries. Now, these weren't just any berries. These were special... blackberries. After what had seemed like eternity, Suzie managed to collect 28 beautiful berries in total. Suzie headed back across the meadow, through the thicket, down the bank, and across the river, and all the way back to her house. Suzie showed her papa, brought them over to the sink, and quickly washed them. Then, she popped them into the cabinet for the night. The next morning, Suzie went to check on her berries, but they were gone! So she turned to her papa, and said, "Papa! Oh why did you eat my berries? You know that we were going to make a berry pie! Oh why!" complained Suzie. As always, Papa, sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper, just grunted, turned the next page, and read on. *Sigh. Suzie went all the way back, across the river, up the bank, through the thicket, and across the meadow, to the berry patch. This time, there were only 14 left, so she picked 8, leaving 6. By the time she got back, it was around noon, so she put the berries in the cabinet, ate some goldfish, and a PB and J, and checked on her precious berries. But only this time, they were gone. Again. So off she went, to the meadow, and collected the 6 remaining berries and headed home. Once there, she carefully tucked the berries into the far back of the cabinet, and went to bed. The next morning, Papa got up and went to use the bathroom, but all of a sudden, he heard a loud scratching sound. The sound of sharp nails scraping against wood. "CRRRRRRRRRR." He heard it once more, and decided to investigate. After all, Suzie was still sleeping. He went up to the cabinet, and very so slowly opened it. What he saw was so disturbing that he couldn't even turn his head the other way. It was awful. What he saw was a girl's head. Not just any head, though. It was Suzie's head. Just a head. Crammed into a cabinet. All disoriented and messed up. Suzie's face gave papa the coldest and meanest glare, papa has ever seen. "YOU ATE MY BERRIES!" Shouted Suzie's head. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Papa let out the most girliest scream you have ever heard... And THAT sure wasn't a grunt.

   

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