April 29

Over at the house, everyone was discussing Joe winning the dance contest.
“Yeah, Joe’s probably winning over all the girls with his eyebrows,” said Carrie.
“Hey, Carrie,” said Frances, “for Halloween we should glue googly eyes on Joe’s eyebrows and make them look like caterpillars.”
Puck had entered the kitchen, learning more and more about the arts of walking. He gave a whine and raised his hand toward the counter.
“I know what baby wants,” said his Tante Carrie. “De sugars!”
She gave him a fingertip-ful of white sugar from the Amish Friendship bread she was mixing. Then she thought about preparing tea.
“I can’t take it any longer!” she cried. “Ahhh! I must have maté!!”
“Carrie, no!” Collette warned her.
“Why can’t she?” Frances asked.
“The caffeine messes her up. She starts shaking.”
“You’re gonna die,” Frances said. “Bye, Carrie!”
Too late to change Carrie’s mind. She soon had another leather gourd full of the strong hay-smelling brew.