They talked as they agitated past each other.
Slosh, slosh.
“Well, what did he say?”
Slosh, slosh.
“The red shirt said…”
Slosh, slosh.
“That they always wash up…”
Slosh, slosh.
“With what ever color…”
Slosh, slosh.
“Is in the basket.”
Slosh, slosh.
“Red has an idea.”
Slosh, slosh.
“What is it?”
Slosh, slosh.
“He wants to turn…”
Slosh, slosh.
“Inside out.”
Slosh, slosh.
“Why?”
Slosh, slosh.
“To play a joke…”
Slosh, slosh.
“On Kyle, but…”
Slosh, slosh.
“He needs help.”
Slosh, slosh.
“I’m in.”
Slosh, slosh.
“Ok, grab his sleeve…”
Slosh, slosh.
“And shove it inside.”
The plan was set.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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