Potato Potato 123, Toss it, Throw it, Pass to Me

''I used to play a game with my jammer friends in Sarepia as a child, whenever we were off from school. We'd always meet at precisely 4:00 in the afternoon, sharp. Anne would grab the rubber ball, Ranger would get the beanbag, and I would bring the disk. Basically it was a game of catch with three different objects. It wasn't related to potatoes in any way, the rhyme we said was playing was originally "Ball, beanbag, and Frisbee, toss it, throw it, pass to me." but a fourth jammer, my late friend Rosa, would often join us and instead of the normal rhyme, she would always say "Potato potato 123, toss it, throw it, pass to me." ''

''She had a passion for potatoes, I never knew why. She often tried to work potatoes into every conversation. We were rather annoyed by that, but she was still a good friend, always amusing us with her jokes. One day, she didn't arrive for our usual game in Sarepia. We decided to play without her that day, assuming she was staying after school for something or had to go somewhere else, but later that day, on our way home, there was something new on the bulletin board in the middle of Jamaa Township. ''

"Young rabbit murdered in alleyway by criminal wolf" 

''Our hearts skipped a beat when we read that. Could this have been the reason Rosa didn't show up for our game? We each purchased a copy of the Jamaa Journal and ran home. ''

(WIP, I have no idea why I wrote this.)