A Story of Popsicles
There was a boy named Jeremy. He had a popsicle. It was delicious, but he dropped it. His friend Sarah also had a popsicle. She looked at the grounded popsicle, crusted with dirt, and she looked at Jeremy's sad sad face. So she dropped her popsicle too. And they went to Bobby's house and ate some popcorn.
Author,
Jay
1 comment:
Jay,
I love your stories. They're ironic and sentimental and sometimes tragic. Any felled popsicle is tragic.
My friend Delia gets upset and asks over and over, "What do these stories mean?"
She doesn't know Frantic Boy well enough to understand.
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