I had a bad August A very bad August As bad as pickle juice on a cookie As bad as a spiderweb on your leg As bad as the black parts of a banana I hope your August was better I really do
My bad time started one morning when my parents sat down in my room We have some difficult news they said I hate it when they say that It means they have terrible news Just rotten The last time they had difficult news they had lost my hamster Her name was Dr Biggles My dad had left her cage open We went from door to door in our Brooklyn apartment building
We asked all the neighbors Have you seen Dr Biggles But we never found her I tried to think what news could be as difficult as that Did Grandma Sadie die I asked
Of course not said my mother Grandma Sadie is in excellent health said my father Why would you ask such a question said my mother She is the oldest person I know I said I thought she might have died That would be difficult news My mother shivered Yes she said That would be very difficult news Nobody died my father said
