Leon McNichol in...
The Script


     Leon brushed off the milkshake Priss had thrown at him as she rode
off on her bike.  He sighed at the broken sunglasses on the ground, then
climbed aboard his own bike and roared after her.  Just as he got close,
the radio went off, screeching about a boomer attack.  Leon hit the
buttons to make the car go faster and passed Priss.  Arriving first at the
scene, he tilted his sunglasses back and leaned back against the ADP APC
in his spiffy uniform.  He watched the four Knight Sabers fight the
boomers.

				***

     Leon snarled and hurled the script at the director.  "I *quit*!  
Have you actually read that... waste of a tree's life??"
     After a brief but heartening screaming match, Leon stalked off,
tossing the script in a trash can along the way. 'Stupid writer couldn't
even keep track of what was going on in his own story.'

				FIN


Moral of the Story: It's easy to lose track of what you're doing.  You can
be writing, and forget what you've already written.  So, keeping track of
what you're doing is kinda... well, the moral of this tale.