be happy to see him!” Kissy blushed again.
“It’s her, not him. Her name is Aunty Do. But listen...” Rob hesitated as he tried to find the right words. “You better keep away! Not because you’ll frighten her.”
Tears came into Kissy’s mismatched eyes. Now she looked a real sweetie.
“I’m sorry.” She sighed deeply.
“You’re very beautiful indeed.” Rob remarked seemingly coldly. “You remind me of a dog scratching behind the ear.”
Kissy flapped with her fins.
“All right I’ll teach you some useful things. You see that big yellow thing up there in the sky?” pointed Rob. “It’s not a potato, it’s not a tomato, it’s not even an apple! It’s the sun. And that small naughty thing that flies around your nose is not a plane, not a bird, not even a butterfly. It’s a mosquito.”
“Mosquito,” repeated Kissy fascinated, scratching her nose. “It bites.”
“And this tall green thing is a tree. Tree is plural and trees is singular. I’ve always been good at grammar!”
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