Which she decided to call "cat toys" and sell around the neighborhood. The kids put their heads together and agreed on prices. Ten cents for the small ones, fifty cents for medium-sized, and large for a dollar. (They took all the pictures, too.)
Then they all went around the block selling them door to door. After a few minutes, they returned with fifty cents. A long, painful discussion ensued over how to divide fifty cents into four equal parts. Finally, Abbie came up with a brilliant solution. "Just give me a dollar."
They went out again to
It was my turn to talk, he began, so I asked the lady if she had a cat.
She said, "I don't want any cats, little boy!"
So I asked her, "Do you want to buy a cat toy?"
But she obviously wasn't listening, because she just said, "I don't want to buy any cats!!!"
I showed her the box and asked, "Do you want to buy some cat TOYS?"
She asked me, "Are you deaf, little boy? I don't want to buy any cats!!!"
I thought to myself, "No, but YOU must be."
It was at that point that I gave up and just walked away quietly. You can't sell anything to a woman like that.