Ch. 2

Larry sat in his closet talking to Bill.
"I don't know why Uncle and Auntie are so mean," he told Bill.
Bill, being a spider, didn't answer.
"You never communicate anymore, Bill," Larry complained, and turned
away. After a minute, he turned back. "I'm sorry, too."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Larry opened it, and
his aunt stood there.
"Get the mail then come get a matress stuffing sandwich!" she
commanded.
Larry walked to the door and picked up the letters lying there.
"Bills, Bills, Bills. We got more of Bill's mail! Hey, what's
this?" There was a letter adressed to him.
He walked into the kitchen and threw Bill's mail onto the table.
He sat down and started to open his letter.
"What do you have?" Uncle bellowed.
"It's adressed to me," Larry explained.
"Okay," Uncle picked up his brick.
"It's from the Frogwarts school of magic. Dear Larry: You suck.
We thought you had magical abilities, but we were wrong. We all hate
you." Larry looked up. "Dang." He fell, as he was hit on the back of
the head with a brick.