He said, “They plant it in the earth and they call it wop-weed over there.”
I said, “Well, that’s news to me, I never knew where spaghetti came from.”
“Well, anyway, we know where it goes to,” Dub said.
“Sure,” I told him, “but I never knew it grows just the same as macaroni.”
“You’re crazy!” Pee-wee shouted. He was trying to keep some spaghetti from wriggling away from his mouth.
“Hold your mouth up in the air and eat it by the attraction of gravitation,” I told him.
“Spaghettidoesngrow,” he said.
“Explain all that,” I told him. “Here, have some more.”
“Are we going down to the other end of the chasm to see those movie people this afternoon?” Sandy wanted to know.
I said, “Sure, we positively are, and I’ve got an idea. It’s an inspiration, accent on the third syllable. Look at Pee-wee!” all of a sudden I said. “He should use sandpaper to hold spaghetti—this is terrible.”