be it. They owned it.
I finished the last pages of
A Raisin in the Sun,
then looked up the synopsis on the Net to see if they agreed with me. They did but they thought it was a dynamite play and I thought it wasn’t all that hot.
Then I read the Declarations of Causes of Secession of some of the seceding states that Mr. Siegfried had assigned us and read them over again. The states talked about property and the Constitution, but none of them talked about how the slaves felt or holding human beings against their will. Alvin wasn’t talking about it, either, and I needed to change that.
THE CRUISER
ROBBY MCRABBIT GETS INTO THE
SWIM OF THINGS: A STORY
By LaShonda Powell
Ain’t none of the bears in Vinci Woods liked Robby McRabbit. Robby was a nasty little rabbit that was always talking trash to the bears.
“All y’all bears got stink breaths and big feet!” he said.
Them bears used to look at Robby McRabbit, and when they did they were mean mugging him from the tip of his pointy ears to his nasty little toes.
“Them feet of yours would sure look good on a key chain!” Bo Bear called out.
Robby McRabbit didn’t care. He would just turn his little fluffy tail toward the bears and give it a little shake-shake and grin because he was satisfied being his nasty self.
But one Saturday Robby McRabbit was sitting in the woods all by himself. He was listening to the laughing going on from the picnic that the bears held each weekend.
“I sure would like to have something good to eat,” he said.
He peeped through the tall leaves and saw the bears doing the Swim, a new dance that one of the bears had learned in Memphis, Tennessee. All the bears were doing it and having a nice time.
The Swim started off with the bears just moving their hips. Then they started moving their stomachs in and out, and finally they got their whole bodies going left and right and ’round and ’round while their arms made a motion that looked like they was swimming.
Ummmm-um!
It sure looked good to Robby McRabbit.
Robby McRabbit thought about it and thought he could learn that dance. It didn’t look like muchand he already had the moves down by practicing in front of a mirror.
He practiced by himself for a whole week and then went over to where the bears lived.
“Look,” he said, “I can do the Swim.”
He started with his hips moving and then his stomach and then he got his arms going just right. Or that’s what he thought, anyway.
“You ain’t doing it right,” Bo Bear said. “Get in the line and we’ll show you how to do it.”
All the bears lined up and they started moving their hips. When all of them got the hips going they started moving their stomachs in and out. When they got that down they started moving their arms like they was swimming and also started moving around in a circle.
Robby McRabbit was at the end of the line, right behind a lady bear with a big behind. He followed her and he was really getting down.
“You ain’t moving your arms right,” Bo Bear said. “You got to do it like I do it.”
Robby McRabbit didn’t say nothing. He just watched Bo Bear, making sure that he didn’t get up into his face too much because he had stink breath just the way Robby McRabbit knew he would.
“Rabbits don’t swim like bears,” Robby McRabbit said. “I do the Swim different than you do.”
“You got to learn how we do it if you want to hang out with us,” Bo Bear said. “Get on in the water.”
The bears had made them a round pool just big enough for two bears to get into. Robby McRabbit didn’t want to learn to swim like no bear but he wanted to hang out and party with them. He jumped into the pool and old Bo Bear turned up the music.
The sounds were on the money and the beat was deep. Robby McRabbit started moving his hips and was looking good but he started to sink.
“Throw me a life preserver!” he cried.
All the bears threw in life preservers. Robby McRabbit thought the bears were stupid
I finished the last pages of
A Raisin in the Sun,
then looked up the synopsis on the Net to see if they agreed with me. They did but they thought it was a dynamite play and I thought it wasn’t all that hot.
Then I read the Declarations of Causes of Secession of some of the seceding states that Mr. Siegfried had assigned us and read them over again. The states talked about property and the Constitution, but none of them talked about how the slaves felt or holding human beings against their will. Alvin wasn’t talking about it, either, and I needed to change that.
THE CRUISER
ROBBY MCRABBIT GETS INTO THE
SWIM OF THINGS: A STORY
By LaShonda Powell
Ain’t none of the bears in Vinci Woods liked Robby McRabbit. Robby was a nasty little rabbit that was always talking trash to the bears.
“All y’all bears got stink breaths and big feet!” he said.
Them bears used to look at Robby McRabbit, and when they did they were mean mugging him from the tip of his pointy ears to his nasty little toes.
“Them feet of yours would sure look good on a key chain!” Bo Bear called out.
Robby McRabbit didn’t care. He would just turn his little fluffy tail toward the bears and give it a little shake-shake and grin because he was satisfied being his nasty self.
But one Saturday Robby McRabbit was sitting in the woods all by himself. He was listening to the laughing going on from the picnic that the bears held each weekend.
“I sure would like to have something good to eat,” he said.
He peeped through the tall leaves and saw the bears doing the Swim, a new dance that one of the bears had learned in Memphis, Tennessee. All the bears were doing it and having a nice time.
The Swim started off with the bears just moving their hips. Then they started moving their stomachs in and out, and finally they got their whole bodies going left and right and ’round and ’round while their arms made a motion that looked like they was swimming.
Ummmm-um!
It sure looked good to Robby McRabbit.
Robby McRabbit thought about it and thought he could learn that dance. It didn’t look like muchand he already had the moves down by practicing in front of a mirror.
He practiced by himself for a whole week and then went over to where the bears lived.
“Look,” he said, “I can do the Swim.”
He started with his hips moving and then his stomach and then he got his arms going just right. Or that’s what he thought, anyway.
“You ain’t doing it right,” Bo Bear said. “Get in the line and we’ll show you how to do it.”
All the bears lined up and they started moving their hips. When all of them got the hips going they started moving their stomachs in and out. When they got that down they started moving their arms like they was swimming and also started moving around in a circle.
Robby McRabbit was at the end of the line, right behind a lady bear with a big behind. He followed her and he was really getting down.
“You ain’t moving your arms right,” Bo Bear said. “You got to do it like I do it.”
Robby McRabbit didn’t say nothing. He just watched Bo Bear, making sure that he didn’t get up into his face too much because he had stink breath just the way Robby McRabbit knew he would.
“Rabbits don’t swim like bears,” Robby McRabbit said. “I do the Swim different than you do.”
“You got to learn how we do it if you want to hang out with us,” Bo Bear said. “Get on in the water.”
The bears had made them a round pool just big enough for two bears to get into. Robby McRabbit didn’t want to learn to swim like no bear but he wanted to hang out and party with them. He jumped into the pool and old Bo Bear turned up the music.
The sounds were on the money and the beat was deep. Robby McRabbit started moving his hips and was looking good but he started to sink.
“Throw me a life preserver!” he cried.
All the bears threw in life preservers. Robby McRabbit thought the bears were stupid
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