The Prank Two snacks upon the table, one for Sister, one for me. I think it's time that I went on a little eating spree. I'll gobble hers, then swallow mine, and it will make me glad, to be the one for a change, making someone mad. Chunky, crunchy, grainy, gritty, a little hard to chew, these snacks have made my breath smell like a trash can or a shoe. My sister comes into the room. I'm prepared if she attacks. Instead, she laughs at me, and says "You just ate doggy snacks!" Copyright © 2002, Robert Pottle All Rights Reserved |