New Bike
Published Aug 11, 2003
I was visitin' over at the old and MrsPerfesser's, when little Maury came over, tugged on my pants leg and excitedly exclaimed, "I got a new bicycle, do you want to see it?"
I said, "Sure, little Maury."
So off to the backyard we went. When we got there, I saw his brand new bicycle.
"Boy, Maury!! That's a beautiful bicycle," I complimented. "Can you ride it?"
"Yeah, I can ride it," he said, then with a sad face he pouted, "but it's broke."
I looked at the new bicycle and couldn't see anything wrong with it, so I asked him, "Well, what's wrong with it?"
"I don't know," little Maury shrugged, "but every time I ride it, it falls down!"
Originally published August 12, 2003.
