“Please Mrs Butler This boy Derek Drew. Keeps taking my rubber, Miss. What shall I do?
Keep it in your hand, dear. Hide it up your vest. Swallow it if you like, my love. Do what you think best.”
“It was Little Toot. He was not fighting the waves. He was riding on top of them, bouncing from one wave to the next like a rubber ball. The pounding hurt like anything, but Little Toot kept right on going.”
“Getting bored is not allowed
Sometimes I comb my hair with a fork
Sometimes I wear my arm in a sling
Sometimes I put a rubber band on the end of my nose”