My Beautiful Blue Outfit & the Dinkum Dope

They sat under Old Man McGurt's apple tree, the wind rustling the Golden Delicious fruit. Bobby, a plump, polydactyl young chap the age of twelve, pointed his pudgy index digit toward the sky. "Look at the thithe of that one, Thally!" he exclaimed, saliva sputtering out his gob. "Thometimeth I wish I wath an apple tree. That way I could have ath many appleth ath I want." Sally brushed her golden locks behind her ears. "That's the absolute most retarded thing I've ever heard in my life," she replied. And then she stood up and walked off into the sunset, daddy's breath still fresh in her mouth.