Timmy

It’s time to go home

There’s Timmy — he almost made it into the picture

Timmy came running around the garage into our back yard. It was almost dark, and the robins were singing their goodnight song. Daddy said it was time for bed and I had to come in. Timmy looked sad. He went back around the garage.

“Why isn’t it time for Timmy to go to bed? I asked. Daddy said it was.

From my bedroom window I saw Timmy come into our yard again. He was playing in the sandbox in the dark. I could hear him driving the trucks, “RRRRRRR,” because my window was open. I could hear the far away trains going along the river.

I heard someone calling, “Timmy, Timmy — get over here!”

But Timmy didn’t go home. I could still hear him, “RRRRR, rrrrrrrrrrrr, rrrrrrmmmm.”

I heard Daddy go out the kitchen door. “Timmy,” he said, “it’s time to go home.” Then I went to sleep.

In the morning, after breakfast, I went outside. Timmy was hiding under the forsythia bush. He jumped out and tried to scare me. I wasn’t scared. Timmy does that every morning. I gave him a piece of bacon left over from breakfast.

“Grrrrrr,” he said, tearing the bacon with his teeth, “I’m a wildcat!”

“No,” I said, “you’re a caveman. And I’m a cave woman. Let’s go into our cave.”

We went under the forsythia bush. Timmy pulled down his pants and peed against the house. Timmy doesn’t say pee, he says piss. “Now you piss,” he says. I pull my shorts down and try to aim at the house. But I can’t do it because I’m a girl.

“YOWWWWL!” yells Timmy. “Hurry up, there’s a dragon outside! He’s gonna burn us up.”

We run out of our cave and over to our ship. My Daddy built our ship out of old wooden ladders. We climb aboard and sail away from the dragon. Timmy says he gets to drive the ship because he’s a man. He puts a stick in his mouth and pretends to light it and puff on it. “I’m smokin’ a zigarrat,” he says.

Mommy comes outside with my little sister. “We are going to the grocery store,” she says. I love going to the grocery store. Mommy always lets me pick out something when it’s time to pay. I can have either a candy or a book.

“Bye, Timmy,” I say.

“Can I come?” he asks my mother.

“No, Timmy,” she says, “it’s time for you to go home.”

Mommy gets a big fish at the store. It has eyes. They wrap it up in a paper. My sister sits in the seat, and I ride on the back of the cart. Mommy puts cookies and all the things we like into our cart. I don’t like cantaloupe, but she sniffs them and chooses a ripe one for her and Daddy to eat. I pick out a book called The Pokey Little Puppy. My sister is too little to pick out books, but she can listen to mine when Mommy reads it.

When we get home, Timmy is waiting for us. Mommy says it’s lunch time and I’ll have to come inside soon. Timmy says, “Can I come in your house?”

Mommy says, “No Timmy, it’s time for you to go home.”