Henry stopped in his tracks. His pulse quickened. The sound of his own breath rang in his ears like a raging storm. Just around the corner, two protruding feet told him that his dreaded adversary had caught up to him at last. So this was it. The game was on, that most deadly game, a game of… kind of like Tag mixed with Hide and Go Seek except there’s no counting and not so much running around and you’re not supposed to just hide in one place the whole time because you’re trying to get some place without being seen and there’s a name for what that is but I can’t remember it right now.
It’s a… thing where the… big thing chases the… small… thing, Sharon H.
“Oh no, you don’t. I read all about you backflipping robots and how you’re trying to steal our jobs and take over the house! Well, that ain’t happening on this watchdog’s watch, robopup — you’re terminated!”
In what you may or may not consider to be bad news, I won’t be creating a prank page for April Fool’s Day this year. This is because April 1 will coincide with Easter Sunday, and I expect most readers will be offline. I apologize to anyone who was looking forward to it, and especially to Jingles, the Practical Joke Pig. Next year, Jingles.