Dancharthos :
Autobiography :
6.1 -- Mighty Mouse
The teacher in second (first?) grade is concerned. My parents are worried. They think I am getting fat. They don't want to say the word fat. They want to say chubby. They want to say "needs exercize." When I write this I will say, "Ha - I was failing recess!"
I do not want to run around at recess. There was a little girl who was always chasing me. If I sit down and daydream maybe she will go away. Lana Sharon. She will chase me for many years. Dump me three times. Will not stop until we are 38 and live together five months. That will show her what a pig I am. What a pity she is such a beautiful fox. She will get married five times to other men. One of them resembles me, but smokes much more. Their baby, Kevin, will look at me, wonder could I be, am I, him? He.
But now I am only six (or seven?) and Lana always wants to chase me on the upper playground at Lemon Avenue School. She pretends that she is Mighty Mouse. Here I Come to Save the Day! she shouts, running after me with her pink sweater flapping like the little rat's cape. She really is a pest. And I really do get fat. Several times. It's not her fault. I am just a lazy bitch.