Now my feet are wet.
Shoot
"Walking across the grass without shoes, smart."
Humphrey and I make it to the shed and I open the creaky door.
"Good mornin' Emil!" she says.
Every time she talks I feels like she's purposely spitting on my face.
"Emil, I thought you went to bed with shtriped pajamas, not ducshs."
" My window was open."
"Oh. ha ha that's funny. Well I just finished this painting, it's a special order. Do you want to come to the market with me?"
"Oh no thanks auntie Janet."
"Alright, go see that uncle of yours, I think he might want some breakfast."
"Ok." Emil said as he and Humphrey went to see his uncle.
Every time Emil sees his uncle he gets a sad feeling inside......
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AdventureA story of a boy named Emil who struggles to find his destiny. He leaves home on his bike with a bag slung over his back, travels further than he has ever been to answer one question. "Who am I?"
