Then we went to office. Mygrandma gave him socks to play with. I went to the bodle stand and I bought applejuice. While my grandma was signing in his mouth was bleading. I gave him a tissue.Weot called and I had to stay in the waiting room.They had paper so I drew a picture. I waited for 15 miutes. Grandma and Wakko went into the room. Cone asked what was wrong. Grandma told why. Then they took some X-rays. They saw his teeth. It was in the midde of his chest. They had to do an operation. So they put him to sleep.( Not dead) They opened his chest and got the teeth out of him. They had to put 10 sthiches in him. When he woke up he cried. He could feel the sthiches. Then they putthe teeth in a bag. He had to take some pills. It made him tired. Then we went home.
We got home and put Wakko in his bed. My grandma called me into the kitchen. We had lamb chops for dinner. While we were sitting she wanted to talk to me. " Yakko Warner!" she said. " I'm sorry that I can't trust you for ten minutes!" "Me?" I asked. " Trust me? Whats this got to do with me?" My grandma raised her voice. " I left your brother with you for ten minutes and just look at what happened. I'm mad at you!" " It was Sara's fault." I said. " You said that Sara was in charge. So how come you're mad at me and not her?" I asked. " I just am!" My grandma shouted. Then I ran into my room and slammed the door. At least Wakko didn't wake up. I wacthed Dribble walk around on his favorite rock. " My grandma is the meanest in the whole world!" I told my turtle. " She doesn't even love or like me. Maybe I'm not her real grandson. My somebody left me on her door step. My real grandma is so much nicer! Nobody needs me around here... thats for sure!"
I didn't eat my supper. I also had trubble falling asleep. Then my grandma came in. " Yakko." she said. I didn't answer. " Yakko I said some things later that I didn't mean." I looked at her. ' Honest?" I asked. " Yes...you see... I was very mad about Wakko's accident and I had to pick on somebody. So I picked you. " Yes." I said. " You sure did." I wasn't your fault though. I know that. It was an accident. It could of happened even if I wasn't in the playground." she said. " He wanted to fly." I said. " He thought he was a bird.'' She said that he won't try to fly again. " Me neither." I told her. Then we both laughed. I cleaned Dribble's rock and gave him water to drink. After that I went to bed.
