“All around the...” Damn it. I always forgot that first part. I stepped around the bed, lifted the bar above my head. “The monkey chased the weasel...” Preston wasn’t a good enough sport to sing along. Just kept screaming and crying, as if that would do much good. “The monkey thought it was all in good fun...” Canting my head, I grinned. “Come on Preston, you know the last part.” The bat swung down against his head. Pop! Poor Preston. He was a really shitty weasel.
