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The Hammock War


This time it felt strange because he wasn’t screaming and running at me like he always did. All he did was stand there. It was strange. It was as if he was going to do something tricky. He slowly walked over to me and then he politely asked”. Ben can you please get me a drink.” All I did was laugh then shot back to a serious look on my face then I replied. “No”. A couple minutes later, my dad came out and he saw Tyler begging me for a drink. I was told to go get a drink for Tyler. I never took my eye off of him. I was like a tiger, never taking my eye off my prey. When I came back I saw him swinging happily in the hammock. I felt anger, and a litter humor, because I had a funny idea to get him out of the hammock. I walked over to him and all of a sudden I kicked him and then gently sat on him hoping that he would give up. He obviously didn’t mind because he was just laughing and spazzing out. After that I just tickled him non stop . I knew he was super ticklish but he kept kicking and scratching me just as if he was a cat. My arm was all red from him scratching me, so I just went inside and iced my arm for 5 minutes. Once I was done icing, I snuck up behind him without being noticed. I grabbed one side of the hammock and flipped him out. Once he was out I started to get all cocky and started sticking out my tongue. While I stood there with pride, he stood up right away and jumped back into the hammock. He was a little bruised. But he didn’t care at all. He just started to laugh and my eyes started to wander towards him. I saw him giggling and once again he swung back and forth in the hammock. I felt all the sweat drip down my back. After about 3 minutes of staring at him I had a river of sweat dripping down my back. I was so embarrassed from me getting cocky then him getting back in the hammock. I decided to leave the patio and stormed inside and I stomped up the stairs. My brother was upstairs and he asked me.” Why so upset.” I replied back.” I cant get Tyler out of the hammock”. Right away I came up with and idea. I raced down the stairs and grabbed Tyler’s shoes and held them over the pond right in front of our house. He asked me what I was doing, then he saw me holding his favorite pair of shoes over the pond. I kept threatening to drop


them. I knew I couldn’t drop them in. Some how he also knew I couldn’t drop them by looking at my nervous face. So he just told me to drop them but I knew I would get in trouble so I just through them at him. I was so angry at him my face was red. My eyes were focused only on him. I grabbed the edge of the hammock and he flipped out easily. This time I didn’t get cocky. I just got in the hammock and when I looked at him he seemed devastated. I felt a little bad for him so I asked while I got out of the hammock. Want to do something else like go to the pool. All he did after that was scream. “No”. right in my face then He got right in the hammock. There was only one thing I was thinking. Here we go again.  


The Hammock War