Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own D.W. or any other Arthur character.


Chapter 1: Meeting D.W.

"William wake up!"

I hear a familiar voice as I am awaken from a very nice dream I was having. And it's a female voice.

"Come on, William," says the voice again, "you heard me! I said wake up!"

As I'm struggling to open my eyes, I see a brown glaring face with somewhat short brown hair looking me in my eyes. I immediately recognize who that is.

"D.W.?" I utter.

"That's right William!" she answers.

"How do you know my name?" I ask her.

"Never mind that!" she bellows at me. "Now get up, you're coming with me!"

"Why am I doing that?" I ask her as I sit up.

"Questions, questions, questions," she goes, "just get up already and let's go!"

Then she turns her back and walks away but doesn't get far.

"Whoa," I say putting my hand up at her, "you're just a four year old little aardvark girl, I'm 28 years old and I'm older than you, you don't talk to me like that! I deserve a lot more respect than that from you young lady!"

D.W. stops and turns her head towards me but not without showing a glaring face.

"Oh quit your complaining and come on here!" she says to me.

I hesitate.

"Now!" she yells, "I don't have all day, we've got a lot to do and I'm not going to let you be lazy and waste my time! Move it!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," I say getting out of bed.

"And make sure you wear your finest clothes," she says. "Get yourself dressed and meet me outside your room!"

Then D.W. walks out of my room and thankfully gives me some privacy. I then close my door so that I don't show too much skin to a little girl, especially one not related to me. But just when I thought I was done:

"And don't take too long to get dressed!" she orders. "And make sure you use the bathroom, brush your teeth and your hair and get out here! I have a lot for you to do!"

How on earth did I just let a little pipsqueak of an aardvark boss me around?

"I heard that, William!" she yells.

Hoping to minimize her grilling, I go into my closet and pick out a brown T-Shirt and black jeans. Then I go into the bathroom to use it, and then I brush my teeth and my hair. When I come out of the bathroom, I find D.W. standing at the bathroom door.

"It's about time you got out here!"

"Alright, D.W.," I say, "what are we doing?"

"First, you and me are going to play tower of cows."


And that's just what we do in my living room. And because she's just four years old, I don't try to correct her grammar.