had bellies with stars.
The plain bellied Sneetches had none upon thars.
Looks like the Fix-It-Up-Chappie came for a visit, and I apparently took a few too many rides through the star-on machine.
You know what I never understood about that book? Why did the Sneetches without just stand around moping in the dark? Why didn’t they plan their own dang Frankfurter roasts, or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts?
I’ve always felt that if I were a Sneetch I would be plain the bellied sort, and spend my time planing fantastic parties.