Thursday, November 17, 2005

v1n3: Mr. Boots' Inheritance

There were rats in the souffle again. The night before, it was a gopher in the macaroni. And before that, a chipmunk in the mashed potatoes.

"Awwww, Mom ... " Oscar whined, " ... why's Mr. Boots always hafta eat with us anyway?"

"He's part of our family too, dear," said Mother.

Mr. Boots sat at the end of the table, cleaning himself. He hissed at Oscar, then returned to licking his paw.

"Betcha wouldn't be doin' this if Grandma hadn't left him all her money," Oscar said bitterly.

"Why, Oscar!" shouted Mother. "Shame on you! Wook ... you hurt his wittle feewings!"

— Ender

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