Me an' George

George took my mouse an' threw it'n the river. I told'm I jes' wan'ed to pet him, an' that he bein' dead wasn't my fault; but George got mad and threw him anyway. He'd already been mad about that bus driver who dropped us off in the wrong place. 

George and me, we go way back. He's been with me for as long as I remember! He gets mad a lot, too, and sometimes, he does some stuff I don't understan' very much. Like later today. He tol' me to go an' find some sticks for supper, and I wen' ahead and got me my mouse back. My Aunt Clara used to gi'me some mice a lot when I was a boy.

But George, he went and took the mouse away again. He said: "Aw'right. Gi'me that mouse". And when I asked'm for ketchup, he talked about how ungraetfol I am. But, George's a nice guy.

He all'ways tells how we s'pecial--how we've got each o'ther. We're gonna buy a big farm and live off the fatta the lan'. And I'm gonna tend them rabbits.

That always cheers me up! Then, we looked at the stars. 

Then, George told me that'f anythin' happens in th' new work place, then I'd have to com' back here and hide until he came back.