GrimA Story by knighngaleA boy who thinks the world of a dictionary.Grimm. He called me
Grimm. I have a name, says
Jonathan. Grimm…But what is my last name
mean. So I says, I’ll have to look for
it in the dictionary. Ohh, evasive. I search and search for the letter E in my
dictionary, E for evasive. I cannot find
it. I push the key E in my pianne forte. “Grimm,” says my professor of English Language at a young
age. “Yes, pfffprrofessor,” I answer
bemusingly and becoming. I laugh to
myself, Oh gosh, what else will he
says, I have this big fat
dictionary. I love it, and he doesn’t
even have a say, Pfff.. It’s a gag! “Grimm, you’ll always have this dictionary,” I look
pale. My big fat dictionary father
bought for me. “Ay, humbag!’ he angrily
and pronounce ly comes to me. A foot
away, I laugh. He says, “Grimm, you’ll
always be evasive to me, but you’ll never know such meaning to it” I quiver, heck, I shiver, I grab my big a*s
dictionary and says to me, ‘that’s okay, you’ll never know me, “ Sincerely, Jonathan Grimm. +------MIki(e)angelo
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