Tommy grabbed his gun, took aim and fired. A hold went straight through the gopher's head as it twisted around to die on the ground next to where it had popped up for the last time.
"Ha! Bullseye!" Tommy yelled and made a whopping sound. He nudged his friend, Rocky. "Didja see that?"
"You must have been practicing since I been out here last." Rocky slapped Tommy on the shoulder after setting down his beer.
Dark clouds began to roll in, slowly at first, covering the sky as the thunder shook the aluminum patio roof Rocky and Tommy stood under.
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"That one," God pointed down. A man in a red baseball cap had just shot a gopher. "Those kinds of people, they piss me off."
Lightning struck.
"Not in my backyard," God said, scanning for another.
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