We were really poor and so was the whole neighborhood where I grew up. My family couldn't afford to get me a puppy because we'd never be able to feed it, so he gave me a cockroach for my birthday.
I named him, "Killer".
One day this bully, Big Ronald, followed me home from school and when I got to my door, I yelled "Get him, Killer", but Big Ronald squashed both of us.
-Teddy Dingleberry
