“He so stinky! Yes hims is!” those words coming from Nancy and Susan gave his face the reddest color imaginable from Ellen she came back up from under the table now holding the wipes, a tool for the task she was about to take on, Deftly, Ellen grabbed James’s ankles firmly, stronger than James thought she could grip them given the soft frail quality of her hands, but nonetheless James found his legs being lifted into the air and his muddy bottom being exposed to all three ladies to his complete humiliation.
James looked up to see Ellen’s fluffy grey hair silhouetted from the light on the ceiling above us. Turning his head to the side in utter shame and despair, he could could see Nancy making little claps with her palms already connected, to which he turned his head turned the opposite side to see a Big Bird decal, seeming to be laughing at him as much as the three ladies around him.
