Wiggle Butt Fly

come here quickly said my sister her voice was two swishes above a whisper see that fly up there on the east bedroom wall? he showed me his butt, and it was not small. I laughed at this craziness, for I did not know the plotting butt-wiggling fly would soon dart below He also wiggled his posterior at me, in my face! It was bubbliciously big, a complete insect disgrace. How dare you do that, you are harassing me! I said. I got a flyswatter, determined to make that fly soon dead. He laughed at my efforts and wiggled his butt again. It was bigger this time, I swear, not at all thin. We called in our mother who brought in some spray But that butt-wiggling fly zipped out the window and got away. Can you believe how brazen he was? My sister asked me. I was watching the fly who was buzzing away in the form of a Z.