Social Issues
Winnie barked. Kelly let her go. The dog scampered out from under the blanket. Kelly pushed it away in time to see Winnie run out the door.
Good. She was going to attack the outlaw. Kelly jumped to her feet. She'd help her. Together, they'd send the robber flying. She ran after Winnie.
At first, she thought Winnie didn't need her help. The red-haired outlaw lay flat on his back in a patch of clover. Winnie stood on his stomach.
"Yay, Winnie!" Kelly shouted.
Then she saw that Winnie's tail was wagging. She was licking the outlaw's face. The outlaw was laughing.
Koppel plunked the meat grinder down on the table.
"Tell her what you told me," he said.
Yetta rolled her eyes. "Oy vey, he's talking to a meat grinder."
"Tell her!" shouted Koppel.
The meat grinder was silent.
"Does it know any chicken jokes?" Yetta giggled. "It sings 'My Yiddishe Mama' maybe?"
Koppel plunked the meat grinder down on the table.
"Tell her what you told me," he said.
Yetta rolled her eyes. "Oy vey, he's talking to a meat grinder."
"Tell her!" shouted Koppel.
The meat grinder was silent.
"Does it know any chicken jokes?" Yetta giggled. "It sings 'My Yiddishe Mama' maybe?"
I hadn't had so much fun since the last time I got locked out of the house in my underwear.
