Larry and Mick Play Hopscotch With Gerbils

Larry pointed.

Mick followed the direction of Larry's pointing.

Larry said, "Look at that hopscotch... um..."

"Field?"

"Pitch?"

"Court?"

"Designated Playing Zone?"

Mick did that pouty mouth-shrug thing that you do.

"No matter," said Larry. "Wanna play?"

"It's not tiddlywinks," worried Mick.

"I think we're too old for tiddlywinks."

"But not for hopscotch?"

Larry did that pouty mouth-shrug thing that you do.

They were just about to start hopscotching when Mick proclaimed, "But lo! Whateth be that which cometh over yon hill?"

"Be-eth it a monster?," enquiried Larry.

"Nah," said Mick. "S'gerbils."

"Weird," said Larry...

... who then looked at Mick...

... who looked at Larry.

Larry and Mick did that pouty mouth-shrug thing that you do.

Larry and Mick played hopscotch with gerbils.

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