[ WP ] Make a mundane moment WAY too over-dramatic .

It was too late. Far, far too late for any of us. We could only stand in horror as the events, apocalyptic occurrences, unfolded in front of us. All we had worked for would soon perish. So cruel, fate is, giving us so much hope before dashing it away from us, hope of escape from inevitable monotony of our lives. 
 
 Our red ball rolled into the street. $ 1.99, SEVEN DAYS OF SAVING UP ON A MEASLY PROLETARIAT ALLOWANCE AMONG THREE MERE CHILDREN, tumbled across the asphalt. We wanted to chase but those bastard metal boxes on wheels zipped back and forth, leaving us no chance of retrieving our prized rubber sphere. 
 
 We knew where it was headed. The dark abyss beckoned to it. The rusted grate looked ever more malicious as the ball rolled closer and closer to the awaiting tartarus. 
 
 The ball started to slow, but not enough. The storm drain seemingly laughed as it swallower our last possibility of entertainment. Our faces became as dark as the gullet of the grate, and we let out in unison a blood-curdling, sorrow-filled scream. 
 
 `` MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY'' 
 
 `` I'LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE; PLEASE STOP CRYING!'' 
 
 `` ok'' 
 
 Our candles of hope were lit yet again by the mercy of Mother.
