Willy: The wooden stick Billy: The ‘metal’ stick
Mr.Patrick’s mom: I’ll call her ‘PM’ Mr.Patrick: I’ll call him: YFP (Young and foolish Mr.Patrick)
“Bring me Willy, Patrick,” PM said while red light sparkled(gleamed) in her eyes. She had a smile(smirk) on her face. YFP came with a long wooden stick. Its end was pointy with jagged twigs stuck in between. Before giving a time for YFP to say something, she started to slam Willy onto YFP as hard as she could.
“WHAT. DID. I. TOLD. YOU? NEVER. EVER. DO THAT. GOT. IT?”
YFP glared at PM and suddenly stood up, his arms cross, and trying to look like nothing really happened. YFP: the young and foolish young boy idiotically said,
“Well, what was that? It was a tickle, right! It didn’t even hurt!”
PM’s eyes were wide-opened: surprised by her son’s oppose. She hit YFP so much with Willy, that it was broken into pieces. After that, she folded her arms, too. She pointed at YFP and said.
“You! Bring Billy.”
“Fine. Tickle me again will you?”
YFP said again.
That night YFP learned a lesson: Never ever ever EVER, dispute(argue) with moms, or you’ll become worse than a flobberworm (You know. It’s from Harry Potter).
P.S. To Mr.Patrick, I'm not humiliating you or your childhood stories or your mother. I've just made it for fun.
k bye
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