小屁孩树屋历险记 · 09 The 117-Storey Treehouse
CHAPTER 2 CAN! CAN'T! CAN! If you're like most of our readers, you're probably wondering why it's always me who tells the story and never Terry. "Yeah," says Terry. "I've wondered that, too. How come I never get to tell the story?" "Because I'm the narrator," I say, "and you're the illustrator—that's why!" "I can narrate, too, you know," says Terry.
"No, you can't," I say. "Yes, I can!" says Terry. "CAN'T!" "CAN!"
"CAN'T!" "CAN!" "CAN'T!" "CAN!" "CAN'T!" "CAN!"
"CAN'T!" "CAN!" I'm just about to yell "CAN'T" even bigger when Jill comes along. "What are you two arguing about?" she says.
"Terry says he can narrate, and I say he CAN'T!" "There's a better way to settle this than by shouting at each other," says Jill.
"Really?" I say. "How?" "Let Terry do some narration and see how it goes," says Jill. "But he's an illustrator. Illustrators can't narrate —everybody knows that!" "That's not true," says Jill. "What about Dr. Moose? He wrote and illustrated The Splat in the Hat."
