Books

"Books"*

*"John, for heaven's sake, why can't you just talk to me
once in awhile?" whined Mary.
 
"Huh?" John responded.
 
"Look around you!" she yelled as she pointed around the
room. "All these books! Your head is always buried in books!
You don't even know I'm alive!"
 
"Oh. I'm sorry."
 
"You know sometimes I wish I were a book. Then you'd at
least look at me."
 
"Hmmm," John mumbled in deep thought, "that's not a bad
idea. Then I could take you to the library every few days
and change you for something more interesting."
Received on Sun Feb 21 19:25:42 2010