Carry Me Home
“Eddie’s coming over so we can go fetch tadpoles. Like Eddie says, getting tadpoles ain’t playing. It’s more like fishing, and even old men fish.Eddie comes up the back porch. I hear his pail clunkity-clunk down the steps, then Eddie pokes his head inside. “Hey, Earwig, you in there?”I’m in the kitchen making myself a peanut butter sandwich and trying not to slop the peanut butter all over the counter or Ma is gonna yell her fool head off. “In here, Eddie.” Lucky runs to the door to meet Eddie, his paws slip-sliding across the floor. Lucky likes Eddie a lot, so he jumps all over him all the way to the kitchen.“That’s a lot of peanut butter you got on there, Earwig,” Eddie says, and I tell him it sure is. I mind my manners and ask Eddie if he wants a sandwich too, but he don’t. He just wants to lick the butter knife.“Wait ’til you see what I got! You ain’t gonna believe it, Earwig.” Eddie scrapes the knife across his bottom teeth, then grins like nobody’s business.“What you got?”
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