"Every Tuesday?" Mother asked. I nodded.
"Every Tuesday." I replied. It had taken me a while before I realized the fact that every Tuesday the blueberry bush sings the national anthem. Mother doesn't believe me. But she also didn't believe me when I told her Bartholomew, my teddy bear, could yodel in Latin.
"How do you know it's Latin hes yodeling in?" she would ask. I would of course reply with: "I know because I speak Latin!" She wouldn't believe me even then. She just shakes her head saying something about how active my imagination is. Of course she never sees when blueberry bush right near the fence sings the song of his people. Or when Bartholomew practices his tap dance routine on my table. I wouldn't think she would understand even if she did. Of course, this being Tuesday. made today no different.
"OOOOOOoooo SAAY CAAN YOOOUU SEEEEEEEEEE? IIIIIM A BUUUUUSH NEEEAR THEEEE FEEEENNNNCCEEE." I jumped out of my chair and ran over to the door. There he was. Singing the song of his people.
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