This is a story about a boy who was so tall he could put a necktie on a giraffe and so thin the sun shone right through him, a boy who ate everything on his plate and then the plate too, a boy who was so lazy that the bed had to come to him every night or he would fall asleep standing up. Few people knew his real name. Everybody just called him Sprout. Because of his shape and the way he walked, it looked as if he might break apart at any moment and fall to the ground in a pile of rattling bones.

prevedla: Erica Johnson Debeljak

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