"The brave ancestor interrupts the wrong." Evil Editor was reclining on the picnic table, watching William balance on the tree branch.
"Ack! Maître, why can't you just say 'excuse me' or clear your throat? You scared me. I almost fell out. Just a moment."
"If you were doing it right, I wouldn't have to say anything at all. Now get yourself adown from there immédiatement."
"Fine. I'm 'a-hurrying,' 'a-boss.'"
"Insolent! I should put you athwart my knees for a thrashing!"
Feeling sulky, William droppe
Published on July 26, 2009 07:02