After my PressBot experiment, I realized something very important—I needed better batteries. But batteries were expensive, and I had no funding.
I had to find a way to generate money—or at least something valuable.
That's when I had my next big idea: The Great Pillow Rebellion.
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It all started when my older sister, Sara, stole my favorite pillow.
It wasn't just any pillow. It was the perfect size, the perfect softness, and most importantly—it had been mine since forever.
But last night, she took it, claiming it was "just a pillow" and that I should "stop being so dramatic."
I decided this was war.
If she thought she could steal my pillow and get away with it, she had underestimated the brilliance of my mind.
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Step 1: Gathering the Troops
I needed allies. My other sisters were useless in battle—they didn't care about pillows as much as I did.
So, I went for the second-best option: my army of stuffed toys.
I lined them up in my room, staring at them with intensity.
"Today, my fluffy warriors," I said, pacing in front of them, "we reclaim what is rightfully ours. The enemy has taken our land. But we will not surrender!"
My stuffed teddy fell over dramatically. Good. The emotional impact was strong.
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Step 2: The Heist
Since diplomacy was clearly useless, I decided on a stealth mission.
I waited until Sara went to the kitchen.
Then, I moved.
I slipped into her room like a shadow in the night. My small feet made no sound.
There it was. My pillow.
Sitting on her bed as if it belonged there.
I grabbed it—but then I hesitated.
No. This was too easy.
Something wasn't right.
I looked around carefully… and there it was. A trap.
She had placed a pile of books next to the pillow. If I pulled it too quickly, the books would fall—alerting the enemy.
Smart. But not smarter than me.
I took a deep breath, channeling all my inner strength… and slowly pulled the pillow out without moving the books.
Success.
I held my pillow like a victorious warrior.
The battle was won.
Or so I thought.
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Step 3: The Aftermath
I returned to my room, celebrating my success.
But as I flopped onto my bed, I felt something off.
The pillow was lighter than usual.
I unzipped the cover and found a note inside.
"Nice try, little genius. The REAL pillow is still mine. Love, Sara."
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Final Step: Revenge
I narrowed my eyes. This was not over.
If she thought she could outsmart me, she had another thing coming.
Tomorrow, I would launch Operation Pillow Swap.
And this time, I would win.