“It’s fake,” says
Ruby Frances,
bravely holding Inky
by one creamy leg.
“He won’t bite you, Mrs. Otis,”
says Jackson.
Mom rushes over
to the table.
“I’ll fix you
another plate
right away.”
The Jingle Lady
is still twitching
and jangling
and puffing.
She wags her finger
at each of us.
She says: “No!”
Snarls: “You are all
in big trouble now!
I’m calling my son, Toby.
He’s a big lawyer.
He’ll inform
the Board of Health
about this revolting incident.
It’ll be in every newspaper.
You can kiss this dump
goodbye!”
Yipes.
Uh-oh.
Not good.
What’s next?