"When she turned around and saw the man with the white hair walk in, she (kyrie) gave out a scream and leapt underneath her cousin's chair. She hoped Bertha wouldn't notice. But she did.
"Hey, Inglird! What are you doing down there? Are you hiding from that guy with the white hair? Oh, well he's coming over here. I guess it's because it's weird to see a little girl talking to herself, don't ya think? Don't ya? Why aren't you answering me?!" Bertha said to me.
"SILENCE, CHILD!" Inglird screamed. Suddenly, someone was pulling her out from under the chair.
It was the man with white hair! NOOOOOOO!!!!
"Inglird," he began. "I thought I told you to clean your room. I said NO TV until your room is clean!" My father (the man with the white hair) said, then he exited the room. Bertha's eyes were wide.
"Oh! That's why you were hiding from him! So that's your daddy? Well... What are you gonna do? I thought you hate cleaning your room."
"I do!" Inglird replied. She then told Bertha her master plan. Bertha's little 4 year-old brain tried to understand it.
"Wait," Bertha started."So, you're thinking about leaping into (dan) the bottomless pit of despair feet first, dragging your blanket after you. Why did she have to leave? Why, oh why, does the world contain Tasmanian devils that can get loose and ravage the memories of all the good times you had together in a bloody, furry, toothy frenzy? It is at this moment, as the blackness gathers around you, that you feel something tugging at the hem of your sack-cloth shirt, disturbing the carefully-strewn ashes. It is a small creature like a rodent, but with the feet of a horse. It speaks in a tiny voice like a cricket chirping the Alleluia Chorus, and says, "Do not weep, for she is not dead but (leslie) play sleeping.
She is always wanting to draw attention to herself. One time when she was skipping down the sidewalk a car drove by and she froze pretending to be a marble statue. Or like the time she was eating at the table and pretended to have hiccup burps. Always for attention. She thought it was one of the easiest ways to keep the lid on (becca) the toilet is to place something heavy on it, like a brick, a heavy box, or another toilet. Anything heavy will work as long as it doesn't need to be refrigerated. Although that would be ok too a long as you also have a fridge on the toilet. At first it will be much a of nuisance to always have to remove the fridge, heavy box, etc whenever you need to use the toilet but eventually it will be a regular part of your day. I count it as part of my exercise routine.
Oh, continue to love me, never misjudge the (terri) way I part my hair. I promise I don't do it to annoy you. Well, maybe I do a little bit. I sometimes like to flick my toe nails on people too. It's just these weird habits I picked up while locked in a prison when I was in the Aragutan Southern Hemispheric Condition Army. I got really, really bored and would practice parting my hair. I used the little broken mirror that I had. It was really little. Maybe a half inch squared, and if I held it just right, I could see part of my head. I would then work on parting my hair in really cool ways. It would make the guards so angry. Then I would flick my toenails on them as they walked by. It's the little things that bring me peace and happiness. These are some of those little things.
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