Layton loves a sling shot, or as he calls it, a sling shooter. Every year he looks for a new one at the Fiddler's Convention. Historically there has been a vendor selling neat ones that look like animals, and Layton has bought two over the years. Well, what do you know? The vendor wasn't selling animal sling shooters this year. Layton begged for something else.
What are the odds that I don't take a rubber band to the face this week?
