Tainted Apple
“Your candy is fine,” said the X-ray technician. “We checked it all. No pins, tacks, razorblades, nails or screws.”
Seth’s plan of framing Mr. Freeman for food tampering was foiled.
Realizing that he must’ve left his object of revenge on the kitchen table, he frantically called home on a hospital payphone. No answer.
“Good,” he thought, “I can grab the apple before anyone gets home.”
Seth lived only a few blocks away, so he raced faster than ever before.
He arrived home just in time to watch in horror as his mother took a big bite of the violated apple.