Iced Gingerbread

Chapter 5

Brer Fox was drinking some ginger ale when Burt came by with a bouquet of pink flowers.

"Hey, Brer Fox. Did you just open that ginger ale all by yourself?" said Burt.

"Yeah! Why d'ya think I's sweatin'?" said Brer Fox.

"Well, I'm off to crush these petals to make Patty some perfume for the gift exchange" said Burt.

"Perfum? Fo' Sis Patty? Well, since it's nun o' my bidness, I won't say it's a bad idea" said Brer Fox.

"A bad idea? Why?" said Burt.

"She has tuns o' perfumes. Dat's why I nevah goes into her room. I can't stand de smells" said Brer Fox.

"Well, the perfumes would explain why her room always smells like hand sanitizer. So what should I give her?" said Burt.

"Sis Patty can buy whatever she wants, so ya has ter give 'er an experience. Why ain't you writin' diss down?" said Brer Fox.

"An experience? Like taking her to a horse race?" said Burt.

"Sis Patty sed dat farm stuff reminds her o' livin' on a farm wit abusive producers. Try some'in cultured" said Brer Fox.

"There's nothing more cultured than a horse running around a track" said Burt.

"Unless de track iz de halls of a hospital, I doubts it. I tinks you should perform an interpretive dance ter slam poetry" said Brer Fox.

"But I don't know about that stuff. I'm a comic book nerd" said Burt.

"Den I'll help ya wit it. I's an expert" said Brer Fox. 

"Alright then. I'm in. Let's do it" Burt agreed.