Castration in Her Blood


This is a true story, dear readerĀ 

 

Sitting in the top story of my barn, with my legs dangling down

I sat with my best-est friend.

“We’ll just sneak into the window at night, and cut it off” she said

“We can put them in my mom’s canning jars!” I said

“Yes! We will can them like pickles!” She giggled

“Should we use a knife or big scissors?” I asked

We pondered

looked at each other

and smiled

“scissors!” we both said in unison, with wide smiles on our faces.

“I’ll call you tonight” she said

“I’ll sleep with the phone” I replied

 

Oh dear reader, these little girls were not talking about their mother’s flowers in the garden, but simply, the boys penises in their class