Not For Sale

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the leftover ammo from a potato-gun battle between my brother Rudy and me Rudy’s eight and I’m nine A potato gun looks like a water pistol but instead of water you fill it with potato First you find a big potato in the stinky kitchen drawer Then you shove the gun’s short barrel in past the peel to load it with potato flesh A potato pellet is shaped like a pencil eraser only it’s crunchy and white not rubbery and pink It doesn’t exactly hurt when you get shot with a potato pellet but it can sting Sometimes if Mom’s out of potatoes Rudy and I battle with apples Once when Mom was at work we tried a banana It was disgusting Banana pellets don’t sting they just mush and dribble Eventually Rudy and I tire of shooting each other with bits of spud We get distracted by the tv or lego Or by Wigglechin our cat who is old and often clinging to things she’s trying not to fall from Like the living room curtains or the dining-room chandelier 2