There bees a boy at Sunday School what's named Bruce Wong, an' he bees a Samoyed; 'cept for he gots orange hairs on accident. Today he bited Scabby Doyle acause Scabby were teasin' him an' callin' him Ginger. So Scabby goed cryin' at Mrs. Pearson; an' then Bruce goed cryin' at Mrs. Pearson; an' Mrs. Pearson gotted mad on all two of 'em. She sayed, now boys, two wrongs don't not makes a right. Which, I tole Mrs. Pearson what I agrees. An' I sayed this all prawly bees Bruce's Mommy an' Daddy's fault any ole how. They's growed-ups, I sayed, they should a knowed what two wongs don't not makes a white. I jus' don't not unnerstans how come I beed the only one what hadda go sit in the hall again.