First Things First

The first day of school, Miss Angie passed out great big yellow pencils just the size of my nostrils. I stuck the blunt end of mine up my nose. It felt really smooth and slick. It smelled just like Mother’s iron skillet. Miss Angie got all mad, picked it out of my hand, and threw it in the gray metal trash can with a big thunk. “Don’t stick pencils up your nose. That’s nasty.” The pencil didn’t look that nasty to me or I wouldn’t have stuck it up my nose.

15 thoughts on “First Things First

  1. I love your stories. They are so funny!

    I know that you don’t write poetry–at least on your blog, but I wanted to invite you to the “Love in Ten Sentences” poetry challenge. Thought you might like to give it a try!


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