Henry and his Pears

Once there was a young lad named Henry. Henry liked pears. He would always ride his bike past the pear trees on his way home from school. When they were in season, he would grab fresh pears from the trees and bring them home to eat.

Henry’s birthdays were a special time. Henry’s mother would prepare a pear cake and Henry would make sure not a crumb remained on his plate.

Henry’s father, who worked as a farmer, would let Henry plant a pear seed in their yard as a birthday present. Each year, Henry would plant a seed and nurture the young pear sapling as it grew, and grew, and grew.

But Henry’s favorite gift came from his Uncle Timmy. Uncle Timmy would give Henry a pear of these nuts.

Bro Day

Today my Broseph said, “Bro, Seth, Rogan is so hairy bro.”

I said, “I know Broseph. He’s Harry, Potter if Harry Potter was in love with James Franco.”

My Broseph said, “Bro, Frank O,cean has such a good voice dude. Every song he makes is a hit.”

I said, “Totally Broseph. Hit,ler was a genius and I hope to be like him one day.”

Then my Broseph did the Nazi salute. I kid you not bro, a single tear of joy ran down my eye bro. It was beautiful bro.