At Sunday School today Mrs. Pearson been learnin' us alls 'bout lovin' thy neighbour like as if theys mine own self. I tole her that bees unpossible if Mrs. Lebeouf bees yous neighbour, and I sayed what I'm rather Baby Jesus could just boil her head in a big witch pot. I didn't even hafta sit in the hall, neither! Mrs. Pearson thunk I oughta listen and learn somethin' for a change today. Which, I tried, but my head keeped all a time tryin' a think if Momma gots a big enough pot for to lend to Baby Jesus for to boil that big ole head.