Dropped Susan off on one our first rainy mornings and headed for home. At a stop sign a few blocks from her school, out of the blue, the car behind me pulls up along side and a back window slides down. A tiny voice inquires about the reptile in my back window.” Is that a real lizard?” “It was,” I say,” but it misbehaved so many times I had to stuff it.” The window immediately rolls up and the car takes a right turn in front of me, probably heading to the elementary school to call the SPCA.
I’m now trying to calculate how many kids I must have damaged over the years when I said something similar about Bill the Dog, my constant companion and forever library mascot—”live, misbehaved, stuffed?”
Dropped Susan off on one our first rainy mornings and headed for home. At a stop sign a few blocks from her school, out of the blue, the car behind me pulls up along side and a back window slides down. A tiny voice inquires about the reptile in my back window.” Is that a real lizard?” “It was,” I say,” but it misbehaved so many times I had to stuff it.” The window immediately rolls up and the car takes a right turn in front of me, probably heading to the elementary school to call the SPCA.
I’m now trying to calculate how many kids I must have damaged over the years when I said something similar about Bill the Dog, my constant companion and forever library mascot—”live, misbehaved, stuffed?”