Mama
She mussed up his hair and suddenly, looking upon him, she blinked, seeing a new boy. "No, no. Not right at all. Who are you?" she said. He too blinked. "It's me mama, your son" he said. "No, that can't be right at all," she said, "He has much straighter hair than you do, and much better manners than you have, I'm sure of it. No, you a different boy than my son." "But mama," he said. "Please, my name is Josephine," she said, "I don't think we're familiar enough for you to be calling me mama" she said, and then shooed him out of her house.
Having been shooed out of Josephine's house, he decided it would be best for a good sit and think. “Well, I suppose I must be some other boy than I thought I was” he said to no one in particular, “And I can’t quite have as good manners as whoever he was, that’s for sure” he continued, before concluding that perhaps it was best to go out and make some sort of ruckus, since that was what was expected of him. A Passing Rain Cloud overheard the little boy, and reflecting on the entirety of Ruckus in the world, of which there was about to be considerably more, The Rain Cloud began to cry, drenching the boy in water.
Shivering, wet, and cold the boy returned home, crying for warmth. “Where have you been?” his mother said, “I’ve been worried sick.” “How odd” said the boy, and with that, he went upstairs and took a bath.
Having been shooed out of Josephine's house, he decided it would be best for a good sit and think. “Well, I suppose I must be some other boy than I thought I was” he said to no one in particular, “And I can’t quite have as good manners as whoever he was, that’s for sure” he continued, before concluding that perhaps it was best to go out and make some sort of ruckus, since that was what was expected of him. A Passing Rain Cloud overheard the little boy, and reflecting on the entirety of Ruckus in the world, of which there was about to be considerably more, The Rain Cloud began to cry, drenching the boy in water.
Shivering, wet, and cold the boy returned home, crying for warmth. “Where have you been?” his mother said, “I’ve been worried sick.” “How odd” said the boy, and with that, he went upstairs and took a bath.