| Coming out, Old Man Bonnie was cradling a broking picture frame in his arms. "Bloody Hell!" He said, slamming the picture frame down on the counter before scanning the kit kat bar. Except, it didn't scan. While Bonnie Sr. was fiddling with the scanner, Solomon picked up the picture frame. It showed a picture of an old man and a hippie-looking boy with a big, beehive afro.
"Is that Bonnie Jr.?" Solomon said absentmindedly. He looked back up to Bonnie Sr. to see that he had big tears in his eyes.
"Aye, that be my boy, Bunneh." He whispered through his thick beard. "He's dead, ye' know..."
Instead of feeling sympathetic, Solomon merely snorted in laughter. "Bunneh? You mean Bonnie, right? Why would you call him....heh" The boy trailed off, to see that Bonnie Sr. wasn't joking. Instead, he slammed down a dollar bill and ran out frantically, but Bonnie Sr. yelled after him. "HE DIED IN YOUR HOUUUUUUUSE!". It seemed to echo in Solomon's mind as he stopped on the corner of the street, but then he realized that the town had really good acoustics.
Getting back to the house, he saw an incredible scene. It was the most beautiful girl he had seen. He just stood and stared as she walked towards him and stopped.
"Hi," She said. "My name's Denise Mona. But people just call me D. Mona. I'm your next-door neighbor. Well, I'm going inside now, bye." But Solomon didn't hear any of it. He just stared in amazement. Then he ran inside because he had to pee, badly. He closed his eyes as he released, and after releasing himself, he looked in the mirror and messed his hair up, putting a finger in his mouth and posing. He then sighed and washed his face, closing his eyes. He remebered the day, and what Old Man Bonnie Sr. had said. "HE DIED IN YOUR HOUUUUSE!". It was almost as if he was there, he remembered it so well. He sighed again and opened his eyes, and almost pissed himself. Because Bonnie Sr. was standing right next to him.
"Wh-what are you doing here...?" Solomon asked, putting a hand over his mouth. | 
