The local news channel hired a Russian weatherman named Rudolph. Every day he called for rain, but it never happened. My wife said, “This guy doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” I told her, “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear.”
Raced Sam around the Braeburn block this afternoon. He won. I thought I still had a few years before he was going to be thrashing me. Sadly no. he won fair and square. I had nothing left when we turned up Autumn Hill and he easily blew by me. Sigh. …
With his “secret plans and clever tricks,” the Enormous Crocodile desires to lunch not with but on a nice, juicy child.
Just the sort of book to give a kid pleasant dreams at night . . .
