Today is Monday.
George wanted to be the first of his species to fly, a flying hippo. He made a fire balloon and climbed in the basket under the balloon. Martha said,"It seems that you are still on the ground." "You are right. I don't seem to be going anywhere at all." "Maybe the basket is too heavy," said Martha."You are right again," said George," and I might climb out to lighten the basket." He did but the fire balloon flew away. George was sad. Martha said,"That's alright. I would rather have you down here with me."
George was fond of peeking in windows. One day when Martha was bathing, George peeked in on her. He never did it again because Martha told him,"Even if we are friends, we still have our privacy."
Martha liked to look at herself in the mirror. Every chance she got, she looked at herself. George was bored with that. So one day he drew a picture of ugly Martha and stuck it on the mirror. When Martha looked in the mirror, she was scared. "What happened to me?" "That's what would happen if you had looked in mirror too many times. " Martha didn't do that again.
