A NEW STORYTELLER TO MY NECK OF THE WOODS!
7 June 2012
Noon at the park was sunny and warm. Hippo and Andre were arguing over forty-five cents. They were short that amount to go to the liquor store. Hippo threw a nickel at Andre. Andre threw a quarter at Hippo.
Andre said to Hippo, “Do you want me to get up? Do you want me to get up?”
“No,” said Hippo, “I don’t want you to get up. Let’s be reasonable about this.”
I stopped to talk to Wolf who said, “If you wonder why I’m sitting with these wild men, it’s because that other group over there is too near the war memorial. That’s the first place the cops are going to stop. It makes sense, if someone has lost a friend or family member to the war, the last thing they want to see is a bunch of people standing around drinking beer. It’s not…
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