What Ah did on Mah Summer Vacation
What Ah did on Mah Summer Vacation
by Ezra P. Standish, Aged 7
Muthah has secured the services of another tutor for me, I'm afraid Fathah's experiments scared the last one off, and he has asked me to write a short essay so that he might get to know me bettah. Why? I misdoubt he will last any longah than my other tutor.
What did I do this summer? Mothah had returned home after a less than successful scam. I would have been with her, but I had succumbed to a malady of unbearable agony. I had contracted the chicken pox.
Fathah covered me with some odorous salve to keep me from scratching, when this did not work he wrapped my hands in cotton to keep from scatching. That did not work eithah, I was determined. I had an itch, and I was going to scratch it.
Oh deah, Fathah just blew up the laboratory again.
Ezra looks up as his tutor jumps to his feet.
'Relax, Mr. Gordon, Fathah does this all the time. Voltaire?' The mute giant pokes his head into the room.
'Is fathah all right?'
Voltaire nods.
'Would you like to read my essay now?'