Fell for the most ancient trick in existence.

Last Saturday, I found myself in a heated game of charades with my friends, the stakes raised as everyone decided the loser would have to wear a chicken costume to the next party. As I flailed around, desperately trying to communicate the concept of “beach ball,” my friend Alex suddenly burst out laughing, pointing at something behind me. Naturally, I turned around, only to find my dog, Max, with a bright orange frisbee in his mouth, looking completely oblivious to the chaos I was creating at his expense.
In that moment, I realized I had totally fallen for the oldest trick in the book—classic distraction. While I was busy trying to throw my arms around like a confused octopus, Max had effortlessly stolen the spotlight, proving that the ultimate charade champion was a four-legged furball who didn’t even need to play by the rules! Now, every time I see that frisbee, I can’t help but chuckle, knowing that the real winner of our game was the one rolling around in the grass, blissfully ignorant of the stakes involved.