from back before from back before
There once was a fellow named steve. he had a huge head. he was nine years old and green. he had stick-up hair and bulging eyes. he didnt really look too creepy, but he looked a bit like a chihuahua. no no, pudgier than a chihuahua. big cheeks, slender neck, tiny bony shoulders with a rootbeer belly. chicken thin legs.
and he had a friend named horace. he was a small guy. a very nondescript seven year old. sandy blonde hair. knobby knees and elbows. his first word was actually two; it was "rice pudding."
they were in second grade together. steve was a bit dumb and horace a bit smart. they were classmates and buddies. steve lived on 7150 ronson boulevard and horace lived on 6820 greenhill drive. they lived around the corner from each other.
they liked bugs. steve claimed he wanted to study bugs and horace remarked that it was the science of entomology.
they got along really well. both were fairly softspoken.
steve liked beverly cleary books and horace liked reading instruction manuals.
they hung out at each other's houses. they watched tv. they camped in the backyard. they pretended they were indiana jones and superman and james bond and aquaman and the hulk and godzilla. they avoided hot lava and made sure not to break their mothers' backs. they went to the bookmobile near their school every second tuesday of the month.
steve's shoelaces were big and floppy bows and horace's were neat and clean.
while walking the two blocks, some boys started following them. three older boys.
sam was sort of the leader though he was really only second in command. but tyler wasnt there so he was the leader, i guess.
sam had mahogany hair that flirted with his eyelashes, swaying back and forth in front. a bucktooth grin from too much thumbsucking, though he'd say it was from catching a baseball. his white socks pulled up a bit past mid-calf.
arthur stuttered but he found that when he chuckled like a goon, it got covered up. so that's what he did. he was big for his size. his eyes were twitchy and he rubbed them a lot. his hands were dirty and his nose was always red.
dakota had sharp blue eyes that stared. he never blinked. his hair was never combed. his shirt was always too big.
steve and horace sped up and scampered into the bookmobile. steve got ramona b. quimby; horace just read the stickers on the bookmobile and talked with the driver while he waited for steve.
when they got out, a rock was thrown at steve. more like a pebble, really.
steve and horace kept walking, faster and faster and faster and faster. their legs blurred with the bushes next to them and their shoulders tried to swell.
another rock was thrown and they stopped. well, horace stopped and steve stopped shortly after.
horace whipped around and turned to sam and arthur and dakota. he pointed a finger and walked to them.
an inch from their face, he stopped.
"hey!"
he was panting. heaving chest, bobbing head, shaky fingers.
"fuck you."
his eyes only left sam to turn around and walk away with steve.
and he had a friend named horace. he was a small guy. a very nondescript seven year old. sandy blonde hair. knobby knees and elbows. his first word was actually two; it was "rice pudding."
they were in second grade together. steve was a bit dumb and horace a bit smart. they were classmates and buddies. steve lived on 7150 ronson boulevard and horace lived on 6820 greenhill drive. they lived around the corner from each other.
they liked bugs. steve claimed he wanted to study bugs and horace remarked that it was the science of entomology.
they got along really well. both were fairly softspoken.
steve liked beverly cleary books and horace liked reading instruction manuals.
they hung out at each other's houses. they watched tv. they camped in the backyard. they pretended they were indiana jones and superman and james bond and aquaman and the hulk and godzilla. they avoided hot lava and made sure not to break their mothers' backs. they went to the bookmobile near their school every second tuesday of the month.
steve's shoelaces were big and floppy bows and horace's were neat and clean.
while walking the two blocks, some boys started following them. three older boys.
sam was sort of the leader though he was really only second in command. but tyler wasnt there so he was the leader, i guess.
sam had mahogany hair that flirted with his eyelashes, swaying back and forth in front. a bucktooth grin from too much thumbsucking, though he'd say it was from catching a baseball. his white socks pulled up a bit past mid-calf.
arthur stuttered but he found that when he chuckled like a goon, it got covered up. so that's what he did. he was big for his size. his eyes were twitchy and he rubbed them a lot. his hands were dirty and his nose was always red.
dakota had sharp blue eyes that stared. he never blinked. his hair was never combed. his shirt was always too big.
steve and horace sped up and scampered into the bookmobile. steve got ramona b. quimby; horace just read the stickers on the bookmobile and talked with the driver while he waited for steve.
when they got out, a rock was thrown at steve. more like a pebble, really.
steve and horace kept walking, faster and faster and faster and faster. their legs blurred with the bushes next to them and their shoulders tried to swell.
another rock was thrown and they stopped. well, horace stopped and steve stopped shortly after.
horace whipped around and turned to sam and arthur and dakota. he pointed a finger and walked to them.
an inch from their face, he stopped.
"hey!"
he was panting. heaving chest, bobbing head, shaky fingers.
"fuck you."
his eyes only left sam to turn around and walk away with steve.