A bite of spaghetti.
A spoonful of grapefruit.
A bite of spaghetti.
A spoonful of grapefruit.
Another bite of spaghetti.
Another spoonful of grapefruit.
He alternated every bite of lunch by donning and doffing protective eyegear each time he switched from spaghetti to grapefruit.
Because that morning he had witnessed a tragic grapefruit-eye-squirting-tragedy when his sister was cruelly attacked by an angry grapefruit.
And he vowed he would not be the next victim.
He is so very, very brave.
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