Trapped...

It was my first art competition, I was extremely nervous, I didn't know what to make. My uncle, a rum loving, retired pirate, locked me in my room and said I couldn't come out until I made a sculpture. I was very hungry and I was just thinking of hamburgers. I wanted to call someone but I didn't have a phone with me. In the end, I made a hamburger so he'd unlock the wooden door. Suprisingly, my hamburger came 1st place, now everytime I see my trophy I feel like I need to be free (or eat a hamburger!).