This afternoon, I went up to the berm with my American Lit book to read some of Frost's poetry. Wilson was there, reading Poe. We were amused as we watched Ziggy playing with Tobi spawn on the other side of the berm. We were joined by Rachel and Wheeler, and Ziggy brought the little kids over. Tobi came over to pick up his kids, but stood around talking to Ziggy while Rachel played with them. As Wilson and I were getting up to go to the library, the five-year-old boy came over and decided to shoot me. He hit me in the stomach. I fell to the ground.
And I rolled down the berm.
And now, I am wearing a frog.
Posted by Gallagher at March 7, 2005 09:53 PM