Her dad says I can't come over anymore but it's all Raelynn's fault. I told her I wanted to play Barbies, not watch her throw a dumb ol' football with a bunch of smelly boys. 

Some people just don't listen, until you make them listen.

After we got back to Raelynn's house, I said, "Let's play a game with George".  George was this hamster (or gerbil or whatever he was) she got for her birthday. "I bet George would like to fly."  Raelynn said that was silly, he can't fly, he's a gerbil (or hamster, or whatever he was).    

"We can help him fly--we'll make a parachute !  Let's take George outside."  I got some string, and told Raelynn to put George inside a pillowcase...so he wouldn't run away.  

We put George in the pillowcase and went out on the landing on the second floor. Raelynn watched while I tore the pillowcase in strips around the edge; I told her, hold on tight to George.

 I took the string and tied George's little parachute around his hamster-gerbil-stomach, and Raelynn looked at me like people do sometimes.   I held him over the landing-rail, and told Raelynn, "Don't worry, George will love this game."   

He floated under the pillowcase-parachute for a second, maybe two. Then he dropped and then he hit the ground.  He didn't move, and Raelynn cried and hurried down the steps; I walked down and watched her scoop George in her hands.   

It took two weeks for George to die.

I told her I wanted to play Barbies, not watch her throw a football with a bunch of smelly boys. 

Some people just don't listen, until you make them listen.