There once lived a girl named Sophie. (AKA @FitzVackerChatNoir ) She was ordinarily reading the book, Johnny Tremain, with her friends under a tree.
Somebody was reading, as Sophie felt a little prickle on her leg, or perhaps not a prickle. (SOPHIE I AM NOT YOU SO I DO NOT KNOW HOW YOU FELT WHEN THIS HAPPENED.)
"Who threw a woodchip at me?" she said. "Somebody threw a woodchip at me."
Nobody admitted to throwing the woodchip, and Sophie wasn't suspicious of anybody.
Since nobody admitted to throwing the woodchip what is going on? Is this a mystery of some sort? Well, we'll have to figure out!
A few possibilities:
1. Maybe it was herself. Some people can be oblivious of their actions, so it is possible.
2. It could've possibly be one of her friends.
3. Perhaps it was Bobby from Paris.
4. Uh, I don't know.
5. I'm running out of ideas help.
6. I give up.
So there you go! I wonder who must've thrown that woodchuck. If you have any idea then please tell me.
BYE.
And always know, that I'M A WORM.
Yeah well, bye now.
