Glue Wars
Mrs. Pringles, the ol' lady who works at the craftin' place din't hand me none glue t'day. Norm'ly, I just sit dere an' help out the young'ns with deir projects, but I can tell she don't like me much. So I sat dere, with a sheet 'o constructin' paper an some glitter, watchin' Harvey bein' able to eat his glue. Just wasn't fair. He'ws savorin' it in fronta me an' everthang. I asked if he'd like to trade it for the glitter, but he said no. Guess I cain't blame 'im though, glitter tastes like copper pennies.
“C'nah please have some glue?” I says.
“No Obes. Mrs. P says you'd eat it all,” he says.
“Hey, you eats paste too!”
“That's 'cuz it's my paste!”
“So you ain't ev'n gonna share none'a it?”
He shook his head and b'gan cuttin' his paper. I snatched the glue 'way from 'im.
“Give that back, you bully!” He says, and sterts hittin' me on the stomach. It din't hurt none, I got a gut like steel.
“Hey, no hitting, Harvey! Sit down!” Mrs. Pringles said.
“But he's got my glue-”
“I'ws on'ee borrowin' it-”
“Harvey, sit down!” That ol lady was furious. “Kenobi, get out.”
“But-”
“I said, get out.” She said those last two words all whisper-like, but she sounded ready to essplode.
“Rightey then.”
I left the room, thinkin' of how I'ws gonna git more paste. Young'ns git all the freedom. Sumtimes, I'd give anything to be one o' them again.
“C'nah please have some glue?” I says.
“No Obes. Mrs. P says you'd eat it all,” he says.
“Hey, you eats paste too!”
“That's 'cuz it's my paste!”
“So you ain't ev'n gonna share none'a it?”
He shook his head and b'gan cuttin' his paper. I snatched the glue 'way from 'im.
“Give that back, you bully!” He says, and sterts hittin' me on the stomach. It din't hurt none, I got a gut like steel.
“Hey, no hitting, Harvey! Sit down!” Mrs. Pringles said.
“But he's got my glue-”
“I'ws on'ee borrowin' it-”
“Harvey, sit down!” That ol lady was furious. “Kenobi, get out.”
“But-”
“I said, get out.” She said those last two words all whisper-like, but she sounded ready to essplode.
“Rightey then.”
I left the room, thinkin' of how I'ws gonna git more paste. Young'ns git all the freedom. Sumtimes, I'd give anything to be one o' them again.