On the way to Boppa and Manna's house (and on the way back) I read Eryn one of her new books, Roald Dahl's The Twits. I've been a Roald Dahl fan as long as I can remember, in large part because he doesn't treat kids like kids - he tells it straight and assumes they'll cope and that they'll find humor in sometimes rather horrible things.
In The Twits, Mr. Twit, a truly horrible man, is upset because he's been painting glue on a branch to catch birds to eat in his bird pie and the monkeys have taught the birds to avoid the branch. So he puts glue on the top of the monkey cage and the monkeys teach the birds to avoid the cage. So Mr. Twit comes out to find all the birds sitting on the house laughing at him and the monkeys in their cage laughing at him. Title of the next chapter?
"Mr. & Mrs. Twit Go Off to Buy Guns"
Don't worry - they get their comuppence.
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