So, I cant help but to get the image of Cartman from Southpark stuck in my head when I read this story.

Anyways, this is defiantly the definition of how little boys were when I was a kid growing up. Its a shame that kids don’t get out and play as much anymore. Not just for exercise but your imagination went wild and had no boundaries out of doors.

I defiantly liked this story, though there are a few things that bug me.

Maybe it’s just me, or the fact that I don’t know how old they really are, but I can’t see kids this age saying the word “damn”. I could just be too old fashion, but it just reminds me of Southpark too much.

Another thing is i would defiantly feel more attached to Andy and share in his joy of killing the two birds with one stone if i had gotten to know him more, but its not a big deal.

But I did really like how you used the age appropriate language like “tattletales” and “punks”.

Overall though, great job!

The language rang true for me. Sometimes kids like to swear just because they can …

While this story smashes itself into an abrupt ending to fit the cliche challenge, I think the first half, before the setup for what’s essentially a forced punchline, is a great portrait of the indignities and realities of childhood. I remember bush forts and worrying about interlopers.