At Sunday School yesterday, Clive sayed Mrs. Pearson gots legs what looks like tree trunks and Mrs. Pearson heared that and she beed lookin' all saddish. So I speaked out and I tole her, yous legs ain't like tree trunks, Mrs. Pearson; and she sayed, thanks you, Georgie. Then I sayed, tree trunks bees all big and woody; and plus I never seed no tree trunk what beed hairy as a camel; and Mrs. Pearson just nodded on me. I thinks she couldn't even say nothin' acause I showered her with kindness. She beed all wet with kindness. That bees prawly why she hadda leave for a minute. I feeled glowy inside.