Carl runs through the park, gay as the day is long, without a care in the world. He has a football in his arms which he throws up in the air and catches, on this scorching hot day. He does a somersault, then remains sprawled out on the ground.
    "So... thirsty." he says, gasping for air and water. Carl looks around and finds a bottle of soda sitting on the ground in the shade of a large tree. He sprints over to it, and is about to pick it up, but notices that it is sitting on top of a mousetrap. He looks around slyly.
    "Nice try, but I don't think so!" he says, then searches the park for a stick. He finds one, then knocks the soda off the trap.
    "Ha!" he exclaims. He bends over to pick up the soda, but the moment his hand touches it, a giant trap falls from out of the tree and imprisons Carl.
    Carl slaps his forehead, and yells "Stupid!" in frustration. A smile slowly emerges on Carl's face, and he looks around the park.
    "Yeah? Well, at least I got your stupid soda!" He runs over to the other side of the cage where the soda rests. He opens it and brings it to his mouth, ready to savor its glorious fresh flavor. But the moment the beverage touches his lips, he spits it out, then wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
    "Yeah, that was real mature, Satan!"
 

THE END