His Wooden Son
6/2/96 - HIS WOODEN SON
Pethefenny is a great comfort to me. In the evenings I prop him up over the bottom step and flick bits of food at his little wooden shorts.
He's so funny: every time he gets hit, he clicks his heels together. And if I knock him right over, he rattles about.
The only problem is his tendency to lie. To deal with this, I've developed a system whereby when he tells a lie, I adjust him with a screwdriver.