How to Feed your Brother
I took my first bite out of a giant chocolate chip cookie. My dog, Felix carefully watched me. We stood on the curb in front of our house. I hoped somebody fun would come by.
Instead, my pushy brother, Freddy showed up. He skidded his bike to a stop in front of me.
“Hey, ugly little sister. You don’t want that. Do you?” His eyes were glued to my chocolate chip cookie. Just like Felix.
I knew it was no use. I straightened my arm and punched him with my hand that was holding the cookie. “Here,” I said.
“Hey. Don’t be hitting me. You’re breaking the cookie. Sheesh.” He made his devil face and grabbed the cookie. He crammed most of it into his mouth.
Then he pushed off on his bike and sped down the street. Felix woofed once.
I watched him go down the street and meet up with some of his ratty friends a block away. I went to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I stood at the curb nibbling my sandwich. Felix sat by my side, certain he would get some sandwich.
My creepy brother Freddy rode up.
“Here give me that.” And he swiped the sandwich from me as he swooshed by on his bike. Felix woofed twice.
Freddy disappeared.
In a little while, he showed up with some of his so-called friends. I had a half-chomped apple in my hand. As he rode by, I just held it out to him. He grabbed it and took a big bite.
He circled around in front of me, whooping and laughing. His friends laughed too.
I shouted at the drooling Felix, “Sorry doggy. No more apple. But you sure had a good juicy taste.”
Freddy’s friends stopped laughing and stared at my brother. Felix woofed.
