My cat sat on my mat,
He was chewing on my crayons, like he was… like he was…
“Sara! What rhymes with crayons?”
“What?” Sara called down the stairs
“What, rhymes, with, craynon’s?” Mike yelled, pausing at the end of every word.
“Umm. Spray on’s? I don’t know.”
“No, that doesn’t fit! Something else!”
Mike heard the pounding on the stairs as Sara trundled down.
“What do you want Mikel?” ...