Scooter grabs my hand when we head home from school. “Angry, angry,” he says.
“You’re angry Scooter? How come?”
I’m about to ask him how he knows when the Great Stupid Gatsby Franken-Farter rushes up behind us.
He shoves my shoulder and breaks my hold on Scooter.
“You’re a real scam, aren’t you, Enema?”
I brush his germs from my arm. “What’s eating you?”
“You thought it was funny, didn’t you?”
He’d finally done it. He ate the dog food sandwich.
Scooter backs away and starts mumbling. I reach in my satchel and hand him my yo-yo to take his mind off things. I’ll untangle the string Later.
Excerpt from the Moonshine Thicket
HAHAHAHA!!! Good one. 🙂
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