Woody (story of a human)

9/15/90

Woody tried to shake the

boy’s hand, as it is

considered polite to do

so, but it was awkward.

The boy thrust his left

hand out from behind him,

upsidedown. ~~Woody grabbed~~

~~the boy’s pinky and~~ Woody

Woody tried to shake it

with his ~~dond~~ left hand,

but he couldn’t get it at

the right angle. He grabbed

the little pinky in desperation

and shook it resolutely.

“How ya doin’?” asked

the kid, staring into Woody’s

eyes ~~with eyes with his~~

own ~~so tilt~~-like brown

eyes.

“Fine,” said Woody, squirming

under the boy’s scrutiny.

Woody sat down on the floor,

behind the boy.

An old man sat on the

chair opposite them, he was

the boy’s grandfather.

Abruptly, the old man

shot up from his chair