Blamoon

Hello, I’m Frankie. I was casually eating my onion by the windowsill watching Mrs. Sammingson horribly playing guitar on her porch swing. Woman, you have neighbors. I never thought someone could play London Bridge is Falling Down fourteen times in three minutes. 

“Mom, do we have mustard for my onion?” I asked. What? Hey, when life gives you onions, add mustard! 

“Blamoon!” I heard coming from the door, followed by a loud knock. I opened the door to find Mrs. Sammingson shoving me aside, with an oblong box in her arms. 

“Frankie, I’ve brought you an extraordinary guitar!” 

“ But, I play the flute.”