I sighed and jumped into the tree to make sure I didn’t sit on my gash. I looked down into a puddle and noticed that I had sunburn that made me look like a pink raccoon. I looked up and stared at him.

“Do I really have to tell you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“WHYYYYYY?!?”

“Because I said so.”

“Not a good reason.”

“Well neh then. Tell me anyway. I don’t remember anything at all before the king hit me in the head with a shovel for making a typographical error.”

“Oooh. Harsh.”

“Bigtime.”

“FINE I’LL TELL YOU ! Just don’t kiss me again.”

“Okay.”

“A’ight. I’m a mob boss. You were in.”

“What?!? THE MAFIA ?!? I WAS IN THE MAFIA ?!!!”

“It’s weirder that I’m in it. I’m a female. I’m not really supposed to be in it. But anyway, you knew too much…” I trailed off to wipe a tear.

“What? You were gonna kill me?”

“They wanted to. But it didn’t…... it didn’t seem right. I felt like killing you would’ve been a life-altering mistake.”