Today i danced in the bus, then i cried a lot, then i started to dance in my classroom then the police came and hit me with their things, and it hurt, then i was really hurted, like a lot, and in the jail they gave me soup, oh boy i really like soup. Then i started to cry and the cops hit me more with their thing, that i discovered that its name is BATON it is really weird because it seems like BOUT. When i stopped crying they gave me more soup, but the soup made me sleep and i woke up in a street with a rat in my chest and a BATON in my butt.