Bookworm

“For Heaven’s sake, Chris, why can’t you talk to me once in a while?” Julie whined.

“What?” Chris replied. “Look around!” Julie yelled, as she pointed around the room. “Look

at all these books! You always have your head buried in a book! You don’t even seem to know I’m

alive!” “I’m sorry, honey,” Chris said. “Sometimes I wish I were a book. Maybe then

you’d at least look at me!” Julie exclaimed. “Hmmmm,” Chris mumbled, “that’s not such a

bad idea. Then I could take you to the library every few days and change you for something more

interesting.”