NUMB3RSnut
06-28-2007, 06:24 PM
I don't own CBS...think Bruckheimer's willing to work with a crazed fan?
I would have posted this earlier, but I kept losing the paper I wrote it on.
"Donny!" exclaimed 3-year-old Charlie, "look, that leaf is glowing!"
"You know why?" asked his older brother.
"Nope," Charlie replied. "Why?"
"'Cuz there's a firefly on it."
"A fi-fly?"
"Yup. It glows sometimes and then other times it doesn't," Don replied.
"Oh," said Charlie, wide-eyed. "There are other ones too!"
"Want to catch some?" asked Don.
"Kay," Charlie said.
"I'll find a jar."
"Okay, Donnie."
A few minutes later, Don returned with his favorite firefly catching jar, a washed out Jif peanut butter jar. He returned out to the yard to find his brother on the grass, laughing hysterically.
"They're tickly, Donny," Charlie said between giggles.
Alan and Margaret watched from the kitchen. "I think we have two very sweet boys," said Margaret.
"I agree," said Alan.
The End
I would have posted this earlier, but I kept losing the paper I wrote it on.
"Donny!" exclaimed 3-year-old Charlie, "look, that leaf is glowing!"
"You know why?" asked his older brother.
"Nope," Charlie replied. "Why?"
"'Cuz there's a firefly on it."
"A fi-fly?"
"Yup. It glows sometimes and then other times it doesn't," Don replied.
"Oh," said Charlie, wide-eyed. "There are other ones too!"
"Want to catch some?" asked Don.
"Kay," Charlie said.
"I'll find a jar."
"Okay, Donnie."
A few minutes later, Don returned with his favorite firefly catching jar, a washed out Jif peanut butter jar. He returned out to the yard to find his brother on the grass, laughing hysterically.
"They're tickly, Donny," Charlie said between giggles.
Alan and Margaret watched from the kitchen. "I think we have two very sweet boys," said Margaret.
"I agree," said Alan.
The End