No-Way
Three kids sat on the stoop of their Brooklyn brownstone. It was cold, but they didn’t care.
“Bet he doesn’t do it at all.”
“Do what?”
“Go down the chimney.”
“We ain’t got a chimney.”
“Sure we do. Don’t you see it up there?”
“No.”
“That pipe sticking up.”
“He’s too fat. Only a rat could fit through there”
“He takes pills to get skinny when he comes to Brooklyn.”
“Yeah.”
“Then pills to fatten up again.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“You sure?”
“Sure, I’m sure.”
“That’s Alice in Wonderland.”
“I don’t care who it is as long as I get presents.”
The End
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