Little Savages Page #9

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Well, hi, hi.

We figured

you could buy your own,

but I think she belongs to you.

Ta-da!

Wow.

I've never had a bike before.

This is great.

Thanks.

Is that Old Man Kettle's bike?

Mm-hmm.

You guys up for a rematch?

Let's do it.

But I'm not going easy

on you this time.

Ley's frail.

All right, down the hill,

through the dirt track and

hang a left at the graveyard.

That's where dead people are.

First one back wins.

Graveyard?

Ready, set, go!

Recently, a disgruntled

audience member

tried to check a tomato

at my face.

And I'm telling you,

I am off carbs.

I'm only accepting a porterhouse

or a nice Chteaubriand.

So my niece and nephew

are in from the big city.

And apparently,

my doll collection

is not cool.

Yeah, they've officially

declared me

one of the town elders.

You know how you give

directions in a small town'?

Now, this is how

we do it, right'?

We don't say, "Get on the 405 S."

"Take the 10 E." No, no.

Too many numbers.

Too complicated.

We say, "You're going to go past

the cornfield on your left."

"And when you get to the

end of that cornfield,"

"there's going to be some cows

agrazing on your right."

And there's a fork in the road.

"Don't go to the left. Don't go

to the left. Go to the right."

"You go in the lake,

you've gone too far."

So, you guys,

you know it's a small town

when on Halloween, you just

need one bag of candy.

And you have the luxury of eating

half of it yourself.

Thank you, thank you.

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