CHAPTER 1
I never woulda guessed a bowl of curst noodles could cause so much trouble, but that’s exactly what happened. And the more I think about it, the more I figure none of this woulda happened if I weren’t so greedy. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve wished I’d just left it alone. But that’s hard for a growing boy to do, you know? Even now, Pastor laughs at me and tells me I eat more than an elephant. I know he’s just teasing me, though, because he took me to see elephants at the zoo once, and they don’t eat like me at all.
So anyway, Teacher, you said I should tell my story, even though I can’t guess why you wanna know it. Curst food and baby ghosts and such, that’s not really the kinda thing we read about in school. ’Less you’re talking about fairytales or stuff and nonsense
