Bisson_rucker_billys.. - Rudy Rucker
Bisson_rucker_billys.. - Rudy Rucker
Bisson_rucker_billys.. - Rudy Rucker
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“Coming!” he said.<br />
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“Your father called,” said Billy’s mother. “He’s coming home tomorrow. He’s bringing<br />
you a present.”<br />
“Can I have another sandwich?” asked Billy. He had a lot of ants to kill.<br />
“May you have another sandwich,” said Billy’s mother. “And then it’s nap time.”<br />
Billy hated naps. He lay on his bed, on top of the covers.<br />
He heard a scratching noise outside.<br />
He got up and looked out the window.<br />
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There was a big ant, as big as a rat. It was trying to climb up the side of the house<br />
to the window. Its feelers were waving around.<br />
Billy got his bow and arrows out of his toy chest. The arrows had rubber tips. He<br />
pulled them off and sharpened the arrows in his pencil sharpener. It was electric.<br />
Then Billy leaned out the window with his bow. The first arrow bounced off the<br />
ant, but the next two went all the way through and stuck out the other side.<br />
The ant fell on its back, waving its legs in the air. The arrows looked like extra<br />
legs.<br />
Then Billy heard his mother’s footsteps. He jumped back into bed and closed his<br />
eyes.<br />
His mother opened the door. “Are you asleep?” she whispered.<br />
Billy knew better than to answer.<br />
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