stories

my mom sent me a beautiful card with a Regnault on it. (les trois graces)

three lovely naked ladies and their fleshy bottoms.

inside she wrote (i love my mami): Happy Birthday. when you were a baby, you called everyone "Honey" in a deep deep voice. Now you're a babe-a-honey-sweet woman who loves people and whom people love. I hope to see you soon. Have a good birthday. Love, mom.

hey Honeys.

also, when i was six, i wrote the following: [sic]

The Bull Frogs

Peepers peepers spring peepers

the bull frog sings to the full sky and stars

the eggs turn to tadepoles then pollywags then! legs apear. then he starts to loose his tale then his tale is gone and then he is a frog.

he is big. at sundown, the pond is very pretty! the grass grows long, the bugs stay on the long grass then the frogs can catch them with his sticky tongue!

peep! peep! ribbit ribbit! bzzz! bzzz! goes the peepers and the frogs and the bugs.

the mother frog lays her eggs. they are covered with jelly.

the end. (complete with mispellings)

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