Stomach
Five days ago my stomach exploded. I had to do something, quick. I first thought I should eat something that had a stomach, because then I'd have something inside me that had a stomach, and maybe it could help out in there. So I picked up my favorite thing to pick up before I went outside, and then I went outside. Big hole in my stomach. I'm outside. You'd think a nice person or even a not-so-nice person who's basically good at heart would've offered to help me. But nobody did. So I went over to my neighbor's house to get their pet fish, to eat it, to help out with my thing that was bad, namely, stomachlessness. The theft was easy. I grabbed the thing and swallowed it in one gulp. Only, it turned out to be a Japanese pufferfish, and it blew up like a ball in my throat, and now I have an even bigger problem.
Moral: Never steal your neighbor's pet.
JC