An Interview with Nancy Jo…
Nancy Jo who? Why, she’s the stuffed armadillo my brother-in-law brought my daughter from Texas, of course!
(Stuffed as in “plush,” not stuffed as in “taxidermy.”)
WM: “Nancy Jo, what’s up? How was your flight?”
NJ (in squeaky voice): “Well, there was this big fat guy sitting behind me?”
WM: “Was he disruptive?”
NJ: “He put his feet up… on my chair.”
WM: “That’s horrible! You should have punched him right in the nose! What part of Texas are you from, anyway?”
NJ: “Dallas, Texas. It’s exciting!”
WM: “What’s your favorite kind of animal, Nancy Jo?”
NJ: “A cowboy. Cowboys are hot!” (begins giggling madly.)
WM: “Alright. So, what’s your nickname?”
NJ: “Nancy Drew. Please call me that from now on.”
WM: “Will do, Nancy Drew. We’re out of time for today, thanks for the interview!”
NJ: “No, thank you!”
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