Charlie

Charlie was in a giggly mood.  He was laughing at everything.

“Hey Charlie, guess who?” asked Jon.

“Who?” asked Charlie.

“Chicken Boo!” yelled Jon.

“Tee hee, tee hee,” giggled Charlie.

Mr. Byers heard that.  “Charlie,” he said, “stay quiet during our test.”

“Tee hee, tee hee,” giggled Charlie.

“I’m being serious,” Mr. Byers said.

“I know,” giggled Charlie.

Mr. Byers gave Charlie a suspicious glance.  Charlie shouldn’t be laughing.  This was school.  There is no happiness at school!  He resumed giving the spelling test.  “The next word is STUPEFY.  Sometimes problem solving will stupefy us. STUPEFY.”

“Ha ha, stupid fly,” giggled Charlie.  “Tee hee.”

Mr. Byers walked over next to Charlie and gave him a dirty look.  “The next word is COMPUTER.  I use a computer to do my work.  COMPUTER.”

“Hee hee, come pooter,” giggled Charlie.  “Ha ha ha.”

Mr. Byers leaned down and whispered, “Charlie, you are quickly earning a card.  

Charlie tried to muffle his giggles.  He really did.  He used his fingers to pinch his lips together.

Mr. Byers continued.  “The next word is BUTTER.  I took toast and…”

“HA HA HA HA!!!” Charlie completely lost it.  He began beating his fists onto his desk.  He rolled off his chair and onto the floor.  His laughter could be heard into Ohio.  Everyone’s jaw hit the floor, even Mr. Byers, as Charlie rolled out the classroom door and down the hall.  His face was red from laughing so hard.  

Down, down, down the hall Charlie rolled, laughing and laughing.  Out the school door and down the sidewallk!  Charlie rolled out onto Carey Road, giggling and laughing, and took a left at 161st St.  Oncoming cars were flying off the road, honking their horns, and yelling out their windows.  Eventually Charlie developed a police escort who made sure his giggling, laughing, rolling fit didn’t injure himself.  Three months later Charlie reached the Atlantic Ocean.  That’s where his giggling fit stopped.  “Ah, man,” he wheezed.  “Butter.”  He looked around.  “This isn’t Indiana!”