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Do not be self-conscious or anything, but I have got my big ,rotatorof an eye on you. I know your mama and yourdad, and I’m willing to let them know if you are not being true. I cannot tell you that it is never odd or even, but I can tell you that it’s midway, and blue. Eve, Bob, Otto and Anna are ready to jump right in that kayak and stack cats if they have to. Don’t pop your eyes at me, young lady. I do not care if we are at the civic center; I feel free To do whatever I have to, to keep Evil Olive in check, and you also, my little bumble bee. Who is looking for a nut for a jar of tuna? There is no lemon, no melon, and it’s 9:03. The radar gun is in the van with Hannah, anyway it was at noon, so I thought that it still might be. Someone is outside the civic center is yelling, “No garden, one dragon!” What does that mean anyway? I brought this 6th grade level field trip with me to have an interesting, fun-filled, learning challenged day. I don’t need some nut-bucket ruining it for me, on every level, this is totally wrong, and I don’t play! The mirror rimis brushing against the tailgate of the bus we brought, but that is for the driver to say. Now where in the Sam hill crazy town, is that blue nylon solokayak that was attached to the top of our bus? I thought we could have one blasted solo-inspired field trip to the civic center without a bunch of fuss. I realize it is noon, and people are hungry and crabby, and the blue kayak is a big fat muss. But you have to realize that Eve, Bob, Otto, and Anna were the ones assigned to straighten this big tuss. I always get the blame when things go wrong, as everyone blames the poor old mama. The dad is just as much to blame, but there he goes, taking off on a fat llama. I’m ready to pop my cork, and pitch a fit that would shock the Dad, so much. Aha! Here he is, back to chow down his fabulous, hand-stacked pepperoni lunch.
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