Took a little trip to New York City. Packed my clothes and looked real pretty. Meet my boys Fudge and Peter. Fudge was 2 and Peter was 10. They told me all the tales of where they have been. Fudge always messed up Peters stuff. Peter then would get real rough. He messed with mothers flowers ate Peters turtle and was sick for hours. His dad said it was take a kid to work day. Fudge and Peter didnt know what to say. Next thing they know they where in a commercial smiling big and standing tall. Dad so proud he bought them a dog. Fudge and Peter live happily ever after.The End: Essays