"Sarah, you're an hour late . . .
please let me finish. Your father and
I go out very rarely . . ."
"You go out every weekend."
". . . and I ask you to baby-sit only
if it won't interfere with your
plans."
"You don't know what my plans
are. You don't ask me."
"I'm assuming you would tell me if
you had a date. I would like it if
you had a date. You should have
dates at your age. . . ."

	Page 7 "Hush now. What do you want? Do you want a story?" "Once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother always made her stay with the baby. The baby was a spoiled child who wanted every- thing for himself, and the young girl was practically a slave. But what no one knew was that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the girl. . . ."
	He's a plump one, ain't he?         How many teeth       do you think he has?     Shut up! She's going to say the words!
	"Oh . . . I wish the goblins would come and take you away . . . right now!"

She did it! She did it! She did what? She said the words! Hey! Wait for me!