Risley
CHAPTER 1
My name is Risley. I am 4. And I am rich.
CHAPTER 2
Today is my birthday and today I got five cards with my name written inside all of them. I know what my name looks like so I know they were for me. R-I-S-L-E-Y. I got one from Grandad, one from Nan and Pop, one from Aunty V, one from Weird Uncle Bruise, and one from Mrs Grundypants from next door. I don’t think that’s her real name but that’s what my dad calls her. And in each card was paper money, except for the one from Weird Uncle Bruise. His card said, “Seasons Greetings” and was stuck to a jar of pickles. I don’t know what “season” or “greetings” mean, but I do know that I don’t like pickles.
