This extra short in-class writing assignment was an exercise in being frugal with words. The first sentence had to have exactly 10 words, then the next one had to have 9, then 8, and so on.

“I can’t believe it’s not butter!” sang the boy, grinning. He was just like a commercial: thrilled, bouncing, mindless.

Is this what today’s youth has come to? Superheroes and spaceships replaced by stupid slogans? Where did all the dreams go? Boy, we let them down. We were terrible shepherds.

It’s too late. We’re zombies. Dead.

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