Hi, I’m Mike and these are my friends, Shorty, Forty and Morty. Shorty’s called Shorty ’cause he’s really short. In class he has to sit on three telephone books just to see over the table. When he was little, I mean younger, the year 6 kids used to throw him around like a football, but now he knows jujitsu so they leave him alone.
Forty’s called Forty because he reckons one day he and his Uncle Duke ate forty boiled eggs. Nobody believes he really did it, but I sort of do. Maybe it was chocolate Easter eggs. I’d like to try that one day.
Morty’s called Morty ’cause his dad’s a mortician, that’s just a fancy word for undertaker. I’d be pretty creeped out about that but Morty’s not. In fact his family even lives in the middle of the cemetery.
Every year Morty’s dad has a huge Halloween party and invites everyone in town. My dad says this just shows Morty’s dad has a great sense of humour. My mum says it shows Morty’s dad has a sick sense of humour and says parties in the cemetery should be banned, but she goes every year anyway because they’re so much fun.
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