Fartful Prose

Joseph wanted a book from the Mountain View library, so we had it sent to the Milpitas library and I went to pick it up. At the desk, the librarian said

"You have a book overdue." I asked

"Which one?" She checked her computer screen again and mumbled

"I don't know." This is odd. She turned her computer screen artound so I could see.

"Zombie Butts from Uranus." She just couldn't SAY it. I renewed it.

Joe read it himself, I didn't. I read the preqel out loud, The Day My Butt Went Psycho, also by Andy Griffiths. It was terrible writing, but for little boys, artful prose means how many times you can work in the words 'butt' and 'fart' and still have a narrative.