“Ooh! Can I come out yet?” he asked eagerly.
“WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ALONE ?” I yelled.
“Okay,” he answered, and flew out the window like a bird.
But that wasn’t the last I saw of him.
By the time I got home (three weeks later), Obi-Wan was there, eating at my kitchen table.
“Get outta my house, and don’t ever come back to my house or into my life!” I shouted.
He gave me a reproachful look, with a mouthful of taco.
“Buh I schave oo!” he cried, showering the table with tortilla.
Then he turned into a baby and wandered off.
And that was the last I saw of him!
The End