a very weird raking business with many things that happen (mostly to some guy named someguynamedkyle)

Months ago me and my friend Joeshep Stone started on a raking business. First he went into my house and we got prepared, second we went biking, third we pressed the button, quadruple we crossed the sidewalk.

Me and Joeshep picked a house and I said to Joeshep, "This place has a nice volume of leaves."(I thought to myself, too much math).

Joe said to go check the house, and I did (as always).

I opened the gate; then the gate closed by itself (as usual). I said to Joe this place is haunted, but not too haunted, then all of a sudden some little boy riding a tricycle biked out of the pathway to the backyard. You know, like that movie the creepy guy from Saw.

I asked him,"Where's your mom or dad?"

He said, "IN THE BACkyaRD!!..!..."

The next thing I know a boxer(too usual) comes at me , not the boxer at the ring, not the underwear boxer, the "dog boxer". The next thing I know I was kicking at the dog trying to open the gate - this is called multitasking. Remember when I wrote the last paragraph? You know the first sentence, when I said the gate closed, I think fate hates me.

After I mangled the dog, I got through the gate; it also closed by itself again. One, two, or three, but not four, minutes ago a gang of angry natives A.K.A some kid that despises me for some awkward reason. There was like 9 of them all with nerf guns except for that weird one that uses a magic bubble sword or a Halloween toy scythe, while I was biking with a rake, they only attack at me. You know that weird kid I was talking about, he got the scythe.

First he tried to hit me with the scythe but he missed (as usual) then I grabbed the scythe while scraping somebody's car while they were in it and getting away with it. I said to the weird freaky kid, "Cool, a new scythe!"

"Give it back!" he whimpered.

Soooo.....I gave it back. I didn't just a gave it back,
I threw it back while I was scraping somebody's car twice! (+ getting away with it). Then we went to Joe's house.

There is a moral to this wierd dobious story, "a penny saved a penny earned" (I don't get it either).