_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?” ...