The monster inside me

– I don’t want to swim in tea, – the monster said.

– Who are you talking to? – Harry asked.

– With no one, – I said. – I’m just repeating the numbers out loud.

– How well you know how to count? – Harry asked.

– I can count to a hundred, – I replied.

– And I'm only up to twenty, – sighed Harry.

– If you can count to twenty, you can count to a hundred, – I said.

– I don’t know how to count at all, – Bob said.

– What is it gurgling in your throat? – Harry asked me.

– Nothing gurgled, – I said.

– I heard some boo-boo-boo, – Harry said.

– You're wrong, – I replied.

– I heard with my own ears, – Harry stubbornly said.

– Your ears made mistake, – I eplied.

– My ears dont mistake, – Harry said/

– Any ears make mistake, – I said. – Are your ears special?

– Yes, special.

– Bigger than donkey ears?

– No.

– So you hear worse than a donkey, – I said.

– I'm not an ass, – Harry said.

– We’ve already reached the river, – I said. – What will we do?

– Ride on jet skis, – answered the friend.

– Are you joke? – I was surprised. – We will not be allowed.

– Of course I'm joke, – Harry admitted. – We will not be allowed, and we will not have enough strength.

– For why? – I asked.

– To control the jet ski, – Harry replied.

– How do you know? – I asked.

– My brother let me turn the steering wheel.

– So what?

– It's very hard to twist it, – Harry replied.

– Then why did we come here? – I asked.

– We can look how grown guys ride, – Harry said.

– This must be interesting, – I suggested.

– It's definitely interesting, – Harry replied.