Reject Me, Alpha Tate
"They sink down, down, down to the bottom like my toy cars. I sawed a big green one in the dirt yesterday with Amber. It went splash in the puddle, and it didn't have a life jacket on. It got stuck! It was crying!"
"Bugs don't cry, Maple," Rosy said, dipping her spoon into her milk.
"Yes, it did!" Maple shouted, leaning over his bowl. "It said, help me, Maple! It was making bubbles!"
"Well, what did you do?" I asked, watching him push the pepper shaker across the table to chase the salt shaker.
"I saved him with a big stick," Maple said proudly, chewing his cereal with his mouth half-open. "I told him, go home to your mommy, bug! He was a good swimmer after that. He climbed up the leaf."
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