5 Terry’s Story

CHAPTER 5 TERRY'S STORY Back in the kitchen, our automatic marshmallow machine senses how hungry we are and begins firing marshmallows into our mouths. "So," says Terry, through a mouthful of marshmallows, "what story were you telling the readers when I interrupted you?" "I was telling them the story of how we met," I

say. "Oh, I love that story!" says Terry. "We were both lost in the forest… and then we met and found that house made of gingerbread… and we started eating it and a nice little old lady came out and invited us in…

Hello, boys. and then she put you in a cage to fatten you up so she could eat you—which, come to think of it, really wasn't a very nice thing for a nice little old lady to do— so I pushed her into the oven—which, come to think of it, wasn't a very nice thing for me to do, but—" "Terry," I say, "that's not the story of how we

met… that's Hansel and Gretel—it's a fairy tale!" (Remember how I told you that Terry can be a bit annoying at times? Well, this is one of those times.) Terry frowns and looks confused. "Oh, yeah… my mistake," he says. "I remember now. I was taking some food to my sick grandmother and I met you in the woods. You had big eyes…

big teeth… and you were covered in fur in those days…

Later, you dressed up in my grandmother's clothes… I never really understood why you did that." "I didn't do that!" I say. "And that's not how we met, either. That's Little Red Riding Hood!" Terry smacks his head. "It is? Of course! Sorry, Andy—how could I be so dumb? Hang on, I've got it.