Momma haven't heared about this mornin' yet. Me and Velma walked Clive to school all by hisself for the first time. We seed a Crosser Guard at the corner; which, we never even heared nothin' about Crosser Guards before. When she blowed her whistle on us, me and Clive runned acrossed the street and up on her as fast as a zipper. It were on accident. Velma screamed. The red car stopped just afore it squashed the Crosser Guard's head. The black car hitted the red car. The Yambalance Man sayed, what in carnation was you boys thinkin'? I's gonna call yous Mommas. When Momma gets home from work today, I's gonna say, your hair looks very swell today, Momma. She likes that. I hopes some of the happy sticks on her after the Yambalance Man calls.