Ricky Granite Does Not Scare Me (He Scares Me A Little)

Ricky Granite said I do not belong in the squared place. He SAID that. Out loud! In front of everyone! Momma always said words can bruise worse than anything, and I wrote that down in my notebook, right next to my star-chart for October.

You want to know who belongs here? I DO. I have been practicing my footwork on the patio every single morning -- every single one -- and I have identified FOUR different sparrows by their feet this week alone, so do not talk to me about preparation, Ricky!

He is very large. I noticed that. I am not going to pretend I did not notice that. The man looks like he was assembled from a bad dream I had after too much soup -- and I LIKE soup, so that is a very serious thing for me to say, and I am sorry I said it, I apologize, I apologize for apologizing.

But here is the thing about Buster -- about ME -- I am doing this all by myself now, completely alone, and Momma is not even on the phone right now probably, she is maybe watching, I do not know, I hope she is not watching the part where I said the soup thing.

Ricky Granite, I will see you out there. I know most of the rules. Almost all of them. I looked them up!