The Non-prize-winning Essay
And Twink said, "Your brother’s on the roof!" Then she said, "He’s gonna jump." I hollered for Mother but his toes were already making a dent in the gutter as he pushed off and when Dad came home he was as mad as tar and couldn't stop saying, "That criminy boy." Mother rushed out as Buddy came whistling down with his coat around his face and when he hit the ground he crumpled up bottom to top. Both his ankles were broken and he had to stay in bed all summer.
Love,
Aunt Jessie
