"
"Yeah, Walker, I've gotta take it to school! Wallace and all
the rest of 'em will wanta see it! Just think! I'll be the only
boy there with a pearl-handled knife! Clyde, what'd you bring
me?"
"Well, now, Wiley, I'll tell you. When I stopped in Little Rock
the day before yesterday, I saw something that reminded me so
much of you I just had to buy it."
"What?"
"Go in yonder and look in the top of my knapsack and get that
yellow box, the one that's not wrapped up."
As soon as Wiley ran out the door, Clyde cupped his hand
against the side of his lips and whispered, "Mierd, it's a monkey
on a string!"
Wiley came racing back into the kitchen, holding a yellowish
looking pasteboard box, which he was ripping apart. "What's in
here, Clyde?"
"Open it up! As I said, it looks just like you."
Wiley gave a loud whoop when the tin monkey fell out on the
floor, and everybody in the kitchen laughed.
"Aw, I ain't no monkey! Say, what's this string going up
through his stomach for?"
"Careful! Don't yank so hard, Wiley-you'll get him all
tangled up.
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