R-I-S-K

“Hey Billy, whatch ya got there?”

“Game.”

“Oh, is that new?  Can I play too?  I sees you aint got none other playing with ya yet?

“…Sure.”

“R-I-S-K…Risk.  What kinda game is this anyhow?  There’s tons a pieces!  Can I be red?

“Yup.”

“What color are gonna pick?  I betch yer gonna pick green or blue.  Didn’t you say yer favorite color was one of them?

“Blue.”

“Hey!  That means together we got the colors of Superman!  I sure wanna be like him.  I wish I could fly. Do you wish you could fly too”

“Yup.”

“My mom says it mighty ridiculous…Hey what ya doing with those pieces on Russia?  I think I’m gonna set up shop here on Alaska.  My uncle Stuie is stationed there.  Say’s it colder than a well diggers fart.  I laughed up a storm at that.  You got any jokes?

“Sometimes.”

“What do ya mean sometimes.  That don’t make no sense to me.”

“Forgot um.”

“Oh…I do that too.  Hey, what ya doing?  You can’t take Alaska…Oh…I didn’t know to well how hard this here game would be.”  If you don’t take it from me I’ll give yer my whole allowance.”

“No thanks.”

“Oh come on, I got lots…I don’t want you to buy Alaska on account of my uncle being there.  Please…”

“Fine.”

“Hot dog!  I’m gonna win this here game.  I gotta write Stuie and tell em bout it.  I’ll be right back….HEY MA!  I JUST BOUGHT ALASKA!  Hey Billy, what ya gonna get with the money I get ya?”

“Baseball cards.” 

“Oh…hey, you can keep Alaska if you wanna.  Momma says no trade backs, so I’m asking…What doya think?”

“Nope.”

“Wipe that smirk off yer face Billy.  Boy, you sure know how to play games don’tcha?”

“Yup.”