Thou who seeks pie

"Come with us", two burly men in grey suits say, grabbing you painfully by the arm and handcuffing you. "You know what you did." But you have no idea. "What did I do?" you ask the men, the question only to be followed by silence. Finally, the one with the swollen black eye answers "You know." Then he motioned in the direction of the Apple pie you had just made. "It is illegal to own, sell, or use sugar outside of the white house." It was true, you thought. You had forgotten the sudden shortage of sugar. "Oh, no" you thought and quickly and silently said a prayer.

"How could this have happened?" You knew good and well that ever since the spring of 2688 their had been a major food shortage. Their had not been enough rain that year and by spring everyone was half starved. "How could I forget?" you asked yourself. It was thanksgiving day and you were making an Apple pie to share with your family. Last night, you had dreamed about a time, 20 years ago when you were allowed to by sugar and corn. you were just 7 years old and you and Mamma were making Apple pie.

Just then the fatter of the two shoved you through the door and outside your itty-bitty apartment. They tried to whisper, but you could still hear "Wonder what the president will do with this one." "I don't know but he will surely punish her severely. ." "Oh he dose not like it when people steal his sugar" That scared you half to death. You had heard about a time when the president was not the only form of government in the country. Not at all like now. Each president had an 15 year shift and was completely in charge. And they got sugar. Sugar was not the only food they got. They got corn, peas tomatoes and figs too. The shortage of water effected those things to.

First, you were stuffed in a police car you stared out the window and watched the scenery. Trees, Trees, Trees. People, dogs, grass. Boring! Suddenly you pulled up at an airport. Finally, You saw something that interested you an pretzel cart! "Can I have a pretzel?" You ask. You don't even like pretzels, not without sugar anyway, but you were starving after 3 1/2 hours of riding in the car as if on cue your stomach grumbled. "Fine" the police with the black eye said reluctantly. The other police looked disapprovingly but did not stop me when I walked over to the pretzel stand. I quickly walked and ordered a pretzel. You paid for my pretzel and took a big bite. As I was devouring the pretzel you realized it was made with sugar. I quickly winked at the lady that was running the stand and she winked back. I boarded the plane.

Half an hour after the plane lifted, you was sick to my stomach. And another half hour after that and you was positively green. While the police were up in first class dining with fine china, you was stuck in third class eating chicken nuggets. That was fine, at least it was food! After that, you quickly fell asleep even though the chairs were quite uncomfortable. Plastic seats who does that? You couldn't sleep long because you was between one 4yr old trying to learn to read and one teenager listening to music ugh. Just as You thought things could not get any worse the plane landed.

Once at the white house you entered through a set of large doors and looked the short, skinny guard in the eye and whispered "help." The guard looked at you with a face full of pity and said "I can't" You sigh. Out loud. All the people in the room stare at you like you have three heads. You don't care. "Lets get this over with" you say just as loud. Soon the doors burst open and the president himself entered the room. "You!" he called, pointing to me. "You are trying to ruin me!" he cried. "Why would I try to do that? you asked honestly. "You want my sugar!" "Well guess what you can't have it." "What you can have is coronavirus send her in" he shouted. "NO" I screamed. Not the room the corona room! The corona room is a room full of coronavirus germs. There is no cure.

"Anything but that" You yell but it does not matter. "Now you need to see about this Apple pie, "he says as he gets a delighted look on his face. Two guards with long masks and virus shielding clothes grab my arms and pull you. They pull me right to the exit doors. "Run" says a voice you recognize. Then you realize it is the short guard who said he could not help you. "Thanks," You say then you take off. you run and run and run. you see snobby ladies walking their snobby poodles. Soon you think you must be a good eight miles away. You walk into a Walmart and purchase a cold water. As you must look like a disaster the clerk looks on you with pity. The water tastes so good, so,so cold. You tip the Deli clerk $10 and take off for a second time. You reach the president's personal field of sugar cane. No people are here. Well that is what you thought until you heard humming. You looked for what was Causing the noise but could not find it. Then when you was giving up you saw the president slicing the apple pie. Then, before he got to eat it he got a phone call. He walked away speaking into his phone and you took the chance and got the pie. You ran and did not look back. you ran all the way to your house where You sat on the couch with your mother and enjoyed the apple pie.