He does. And it's a biggie.
The boy must've sat there all hunched over itching for about twenty minutes.
Then I said his name.
And he got up.
And then he sneezed.
Then he struck a pose.
Held it.
Still holding it... Staring dramatically into the distance.
Then I called him over.
So he blew the distance a kiss, and decided to came.
Movie-star walk. You can see the hay falling off his back.
Ears swinging with great flair.
Both out---air-plane move. Picture a wink.
Coming in for the kill.
But first he had to clean about half his face in one swipe.
Getting into it...
Then he poses again.
It's a consistent, energy-draining process. That's why he's so tired all the time, you see.
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The end.
