Meeting the First President

When I was very young, my mother took me to meet President George Washington. I was awfully nervous. He was like a god to me. I heard that on the battlefields of the Revolutionary War, he would open his mouth and flames would shoot out, burning the British soldiers to a crisp. What if he didn’t like me, and I got toasted like a marshmallow.

When President Washington tried to pat me on the head, I fearfully jumped back, thinking he was going to use his other super power, smashing things flat with hydraulic arm. President Washington sensed my terror and said, “You needn’t worry, lad, it’s my other arm that’s hydraulic.”