My Trick Shot
P.I.G.! I’d win, of course, my sister had no chance, but I had to clinch it. I took my shot. It bounced off the rim, rolled around the basket, and went in. I’ve never made a shot that deep before. I could’ve cried!
“You’ll never make that,” I said, tauntingly.
My sister’s shot missed!
Yes! She now had a P. She missed twice more. I scored twice more.
Game over! Tada!