It was 2 nights ago. My buddy marshmellow was cooked over the fire. Then he was smushed into crackers and chocolate. Then it made me, the s’more. Then the wind came and my owner and her family thought it was going to rain. Then my owner grabbed me and brought me inside. But rain didn’t come. My owner took one bite of me then threw me away.

And that was the lonely s’more story.

The end.