Wednesday, 10 April 2013

the mud pool




“No!” I shriek, struggling in his arms, “don’t throw me in there!” He grins.
“Promise to go the party then.” He bargains with me.
“Nuh-uh!” I pout, then I renew my struggles as he approaches the edge.
“Last chance Bo, or you’re going in.” he laughs. 

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