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Twin terrors trespass Amy and May, the twin terrors, were in my room again.
"Get out," I said. "I have to clean my room before we go to the beach."
They ignored me as usual.
Amy grabbed one of my dinosaur models. Her fingers were sticky with peanut butter. May reached for my Deinoychus model, pound-for-pound one of the fiercest dinosaurs of them all. Just like my twin sisters.
"Go wash your hands " I rescued my stegosaurus from Amy and put it back on the shelf, with its claws facing left. I put all my plant-eating dinosaurs with their claws or brother. I was an innocent five-year-old back then. And when Mom and Dad found out they were having twins, I was actually excited about the idea. Especially since I helped name them.
Dad and I came up with the names when we were playing a word game on the computer. "Amy" and "May" have the same letters in them. I noticed it first. My parents didn't want to give the twins rhyming names, so they thought "Amy" and "May" were perfect. I did, too.
"Eve Peeve " shouted Amy. "Eve Peever " added May. She was born three minutes later, but she's just as noisy. They were both still jumping on my bed and squawking.
The twins got off the bed and stood next to me. First, I made a banner that looked like it was coming out of the Three Stooges's mouths. Then, I typed some words on the banner. Next, I printed it out in big letters, the biggest my computer would allow. I neatly taped the pieces together. When it was all done, it looked like Larry, Moe, and Curly were saying,
ONLY ONE VISITOR ALLOWED AT A TIME
THIS MEANS YOU
"From now on, only one of you can be in my room at a time. A rule's a rule," I said in a sweet voice. I knew them. Neither would want to be the one who had to leave. And nobody could say I was kicking them out.
Amy and May looked at each other for a split second. Then, without saying a word, they decided what to do. They both screamed at the exact same second. It drives me nuts that they can do that. Somehow they manage to scream at different pitches. I put my fingers in my ears.
My father came running up to my room. "What's wrong?"
The twins grabbed for his legs and hung on him. I used to hang on my dad's leg too, but when Idid it, at least he had one leg free. The putrid pair kept screeching their heads off, acting like I had done something awful to them. All I had done was put up a sign.
Facing left, and the meat-eaters, like T-Rex and Deinoychus, with their claws facing right. They like it that way and so do I.
May jumped on my bed and started bouncing up and down. She didn't take off her shoes. Pillows went flying. My very favorite royal blue comforter with gold suns and moons had dirty footprints all over it.
"Oh, no, May, I just made my bed " I grabbed for her, but she just bounced away. She's a slippery little thing. Before I could get her off, Amy was bouncing on the bed too.
"You can't make us leave, Eve Peeve " Amy chanted. Amy has the most horrible sing-song voice in the world. Then May chimed in, "Eve Peeve, can't make us leave. Eve Peeve, can't make us leave." May has an equally horrible high-pitched squeak. Together they sound like yodeling chipmunks. Unfortunately, they are so used to singing to each other that they think they're terrific.
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