Hi! I'm Spuddie! Or formally known as Spuddie/Spud/Joe III. I am 3 and just had my birthday last month. And I-BWACHOO! Am sick. On Christmas Eve. Sigh. This is my life. I lose everything because I don't have any arms, people make fun of me, and now I'm sick on Christmas Eve.And the most important thing about me is- KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Oh gosh, who could that be? Why would anyone come at this ungodly hour?
"Okay, okay, I'm coming! Jeez!" I opened the door. I regretted it as soon as I did. "Psylett! What a..um...surprise!"
Psylett is my cousin. He's a duck that lives in the ground. "Hi Spuddie. Mewwy Cwistmas."
"What brings you here? I asked. Just then I realized his eye. "Oh my gosh, what the heck happened now?!" I screeched.
"Wew, um.." he looked around, "I got into a wittle twouble with a ski wift."
Ugh. I understand family helping family, but this kinda stuff happens EVERY MONTH. It started about 2 years ago, when I was 1 and he was 27. He had come over to my house for Thanksgiving (he wasn't INVITED or anything) with his two front teeth knocked out. That's why he tawks wike dis. And ever since then, he's been coming over to my house all the time after some daredevil stunt for me to nurse him and pamper him and fuss over him. He's a bit annoying at times. But anyway, back to the story.
"I was walking awong, minding my own business-" he started.
"I've heard THAT one before." I remarked.
"Wew, I wanted to twy skiing, so I got up out of the gwound-"
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT GETTING OUT OF THE GROUND?! Remember the LAST time you did that?!"
I shuddered to think of the time he popped up near a zoo and had gotten beaten by a gorilla. Suddenly he rose up out of the ground. Whoops. I forgot he was 3 feet taller than me.
"I AM 29 YEAWS OWD AND YOU AWE 3! YOU DO NOT BOSS ME AWOUND!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, you can cut out the drama." I said. He settled down.
"Anyway, I'm weawy here to ask you something." I braced myself for the usual pleading.
"Spuddie, do you want to come to Antarctica with me?"
