Hi. I got a butterknife for my birthday.
It was wrapped in green paper. Green is my favourite colour, aside from red and yellow and blue. I think I like it because it is very pretty.
I love my birthday. My parents give me a present. It is funny because they always get me what I want the most and I don't even tell them. My friend Clarence thinks that is the most magikel thing he ever heard. I think he's silly.
I opened that present right up. The knife fell in my lap and my eyes got big and I said "oh my goodness."
Let me list the reasons why I love my new butterknife.
1. It is the shiniest thing you ever seen.
2. It is metal and smooth and cool when I touch it.
3. It is a mirror.
4. I can spread butter and jelly and peanut butter and may-o-naze and also even catchup if I wanted to but not musterd because musterd is icky.
I have eaten many sandwiches already. Do you know how I made those sandwiches? I made them with my very own butterknife.
One time I dropped my butterknife on the floor. It got dirty and I got mad and angry and sad and scolded him, "no no butterknife! Do not jump on that gross floor. Do not even think about it again because you cannot resist the timtayshun." I washed old butterknife and he was clean again and he's never flopped on that floor ever again.
I take my butterknife to school every single day. Sometimes the dum kids make fun of us but I say "don't even laugh or my butterknife will cut you right up inta ribb'n pieces." I got in trouble for that once. The teacher said, "that is unakseptibble." I forget what she said after because I wanted to go play outside so I just nodded my head and waited. But those mean kids still pick on butterknife. I think maybe they are jealous. I bet none of them have no butterknife because they are too poor or their parents don't love them.
I have a dog named Gerald. He's the cutest thing I ever seen except for butterknife. We play fetch every day in the backyard and we used to use a frizbee. But now we use butterknife. I toss old butterknife high in the air and Gerald catches him and brings him back to me good as new except slobbry. Gerald loves butterknife almost as much as I do.
When I go to bed my mom reads me and butterknife and Gerald a story. I love the stories but sometimes butterknife says he hates them and gets mad but I calm him down and tell him "don't intruppt." He needs to learn better manners. But I have been teaching him.
Sometimes I think people should be more like butterknifes. I think I would like people more if they helped me make sandwiches and were mirrory and shiny and fun. Once I told Clarence that and he made the crazy sign at me. I think Clarence can be a real bad infloonse on butterknife and maybe that's why butterknife has bad manners.
I want to tell you butterknife's best talent of all, his singing. It is like angels have filled the room and are a-korrussing and it sounds byootiful. I tell butterknife he will go very far but he is modest. Still I try and 'vince him of his talents. I think... maybe he will sing in moosicals.
Well that is all I have to say about butterknife. Me and him and Gerald are going to the park today and we're gonna play and run and swing and slide. So maybe I will tell you more about him later when I made his manners good and maybe you can hear his singin and maybe even see a bit of dancin because he dances as well cause he is special.
I love my butterknife.
