The guardsman is looking back at him. “How old are you? Five?” “I’m seven!” “Well, you’re small for seven. You look like you’re five.” “You look like the back end of a pig.” Olive scrambles to her feet. “Ellmo!” Ellmo picks up a handful of pebbles and chucks them at the guardsman. To my absolute shock, Rocco picks up a small handful of his own and lightly flings them right back. Ellmo yelps in surprise and skitters away, which makes Olive glare at them both—but the boy bursts out laughing. “Are you five?” I say to Rocco. “He started it.” “So the answer is yes then?”
I just love this
Imagine Rocco marries Olive and then Ellmo becomes his son imagine how cute it would be
