Boss of Lunch
“Twelve o'clock is around noonish, I believe.
I picked up my lunch box and ran to the door. Then I lined up with my friends. And I waited to go.
“It's almost time,” I told them very thrilled. “It's almost time for me to eat out of my brand-new lunch box!”
I held it up for them to see again.
“Which baby bird do you guys like the best?” I asked. “Pick one, okay?”
My friend named José looked at the birds and shrugged his shoulders.
“I don't know. I guess maybe I like the duck best,” he said. “Ducks can be funny sometimes. One time—when we were having a picnic at the lake—a duck chased my sister and stole her Ho-Ho.”
My friends Lennie and Herb laughed real hard. They looked at my lunch box, too.
“I think I like the owlet the best,” said Herb.
“Me too,” said Lennie. “I saw a TV show on owls once. And an owl swallowed a giant rat in just one bite. He didn't even chew or anything.”
After that, I stared at Lennie a real long time.
’Cause that disgusting story just ruined my owlet, that's why.
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