stupidest story ever(?)

Patricia slowly crept from her bed, making special care not to make too much noise. she glanced at her alarm clock. 3:55 it read. The time she had planned for. She turned the corner and bumped into an old table meant to be thrown out. it wobbled but didn't fall. She nervously looked at the bedrooms before her. No one had woken, nor stirred. She pressed onward dodging the dog sleeping on the floor. She had made it! Her destination stood in front of her. Se stealthily swooped forward grabbing what she came for, then quickly, but still carefully, went back to her room. No one knew what she had done... Until the next day. "PATRICIA!" rang her mother's angry tone. she glanced at the clock again, 6:47. She ran downstairs and turned to her mom. "you ate the last poptart!" her mother wailed.
the end