A Bunch of Nonsense

“Aunt Ellis, what’s this painting I see. That tortoise is weird, that tortoise is strange. It’s multi-colored, dear, what a shame.”

“Oh dear Billy; why do you bother me so? Don’t you have some other place to go? I don’t like you at all. You are so vulgar and loud! I never understood how your mother could be so proud!”

“I don’t really, Aunt Ellis, have anywhere to go. This campground is so small, and you’re the only one I know.  My mother is no longer proud. That is why she has run away, away from me, and found new place to stay. So can’t I be with you, to be your buddy, your friend? A helping hand I could lend. My only belongings are this backpack and photo album. Oh please, dear Aunt Ellis! Without you I will end up a bum.”

“Oh dear god, boy, just go away! You smell, you’re loud, and you’re ruining my day!”

“But Aunt Ellis! Don’t let this be, I will make you very happy. Look here, can’t you see? You dirty old hag, my backpack is actually filled with money!”