Rutherford Shows Me the Way
He is big and beastly, and we are afraid, I said.
Not I said Rutherford, who had been dropped on his head.
What is wrong with you? He is an ugly mean troll, you dunce.
Rutherford rolled his eyes at me a lot more than once.
What is mean about him? He looks scared to me.
Rutherford took the troll a large cup of Earl Gray tea.
The troll gave him three wishes and gave him a sweet high five.
I tried to get in on the action, by bringing him a kitty cat live.
What is it? He asked, cringing with fear at the cat.
Rutherford gave me a stern look and yelled, “Sis! Stop that!”
I felt foolish now, as the troll began to shiver and shake in fear.
I guess Rutherford is pretty wise for a boy of only four years.
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