Junie B was walking home with Grace one day when she nearly stepped on something.
Brown, smelly, shaped like soft serve ice cream, soft enough to put a hole in with your finger (If you dare touch it)! Junie B asked Grace,
"What is that pile of brown ice cream doing on the sidewalk? And how did it get here? And who made it? And who was responsible for this creation of stinky stuff on my sidewalk? Who done it?"
Grace picked up the pile of...brown stuff, and sniffed it.
She licked the brown pile, and threw up far enough to the middle of the road!
"Poop! Feces! Dung! Scat! Whatever! What a stupid question to ask, Junie B, you idiot!"
Not very nice to Junie B Jones, was it? Gross!
