“ Dont leave us, grandma and grandpa!” The Likeio family hollered in sync. Grampa suddenly got up, grandma following. “ Im bored, sweetie.” He grumbled. “ Lets be mischevious, eh?” She would giggle.

“ I feel as if im in my youth! Lets go start trouble, my dear! This town is far too boring, rules, rules—“

“ —Rules!” Grandma finished for him.

And so they went, hand in hand, skipping through town. “ See that old well? Mother and father never allowed me to grab water from it. Perhaps I’ll get some.” Grandma took a bucket of water, filled it to its fullest in the well, and threw the full bucket onto her parents old pooch. “ Never liked that dog either. Vicious!” Grandpa laughed aloud, his eyes bright with the light of youth. “ See that old bull? It always taunted my poor sweet pet chicken, nessie. Perhaps i’ll do something about that.” He took a scooter, and took it to his old work bench. He began to form it into a device. The scooters body would kick repeatedly, never stopping. It would only ever stop if the person stopped walking or running, but this was made for no PERSON . . .

The bull was sadly asleep, its fate yet to come. Grandpa attached the device to the bull. When the mean old bull awoke, it let out a painful bleat, running, but to no avail, the pain remained steady as the bull only triggered further of the device. “ Oh, Grandpa! You and your tricks!”

Grandma laughed. “ I’ll take the device off by noon, not even that bull deserves that.” Grandpa admitted.

Grandma only smiled, hugging grandpa. Then, they dissapeared together. Fading slowly, but their love still in the air. Their memory was never forgotten, for they had passed away. They had indeed left earth together, causing mischeif that they would laugh over for a lifetime. They were good people, in fact, GREAT people. And, oh, the bull had had the device taken off by his farmer.