Suddenly, wham! Mark’s hammer slipped out of his hand and hit me right on the top of the head. I leaned over and grabbed the hammer. “Get down here!” I yelled at him. I want vengeance, I fumed. “I said, get down here!”
My twin looked down from his branch, saw a crazy person waving a hammer in a threatening manner, and decided he didn’t want to move toward me one inch.
I took that hammer, cocked back my arm, and threw it directly at him.
Last edited by VincePierce; 11-30-2010 at 02:00 AM.