The Pursuit

I was relentlessly chased through my neighborhood earlier this evening by a pack of centaurs. They wanted to taste my blood just as much as I wanted to taste my own. Luckily, I escaped and made it home. When I returned home I went to grab myself a glass to pour myself some refreshing milk. I quickly came to the discovery that there were no clean glasses, and had to use a tooth pick to compensate. I placed the toothpick upon the table and poured myself a substancial amount of milk from the bag. My grandmother quickly came in and yelled at me soon after. Oh shoot! I realized that the toothpick had not contained the milk and that I had just poured milk all over the table! What's even stranger then the toothpick not containing the milk is the fact that my grandma has been dead for nearly 5 years.