“Okay, George, do that again, and I’ll smack you!” He tried to be intimidating, but George was a bully. Hardly anything phased him, except his mother’s voice. Everyone was scared of her!
“Pinky, slinky, you’re a weenie”, George pushed his beak into Dave’s side. He loved to pick on him. He was smaller and ripe for the barbs. It is mild compared to what I get at home from my big brother. “Come on, don’t be such a weenie!”
Dave tried to move away, but it was too crowded. Just ignore him, he kept saying to himself.
“Geooorge! George!! Come back here!” Everyone cowered, knowing that mother’s voice. George had tried to blend in, but now everyone bent down making him stand out.
“Coming, mommy.” Snickers were heard from the others.
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The Bag Lady 
Haha when I saw the image in the reader for this post a fight was my first thought, I was surprised you went that way, well done 🙂
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Why surprised?
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You are the mild mannered old lady, you don’t write like that 🙂
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I have and can, you just haven’t seen it. And that was just a kids version of bugging, like, he’s touching me!
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Ok show the world 🙂
Yeah but you said the word fight and it gave me hope 😛
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I’ve been around a lot of kids for a long time ; )
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Some of us never grow up 🙂
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Hopefully not
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That not what my mum says, she’s been telling me for years to grow up 🙂
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There’s always a critic in the group.
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