Icy, so I found
a stick for stability.
When I grounded it,
it came up to my
chin. Blond, blue-eyed girl-with-
boyfriend coming toward
me had a stick too,
but smaller. It looked peeled of
bark, and she held it
down at her knees like
a baton. “Mine’s bigger than
yours,” she said. “I will
admit,” I said, “mine’s
way smaller.” What I wanted
to say but didn’t
was, “I want yours to
be bigger than mine, Sweetie!”
“You’re just jealous,” she
said as she passed by,
and I agreed: “I wish my
stick was half that big!”
