Rosie is my friend. She likes me when I'm dopey and not justwhen I'm smart. Says Michael.

Michael is my friend. He likes me when I'm grouchy and not justwhen I'm nice. Says Rosy.

Or is it Rosey or Rosi or Rosee or Rozi or Wrosie? However shewrites it, that's the way Michael writes it, too.

And just because he sprays Kool Whip in her sneakers, doesn'tmean that Rosie's not his friend.

Friendship overcomes all problems. That's what Rosie and Michaelthink. It's big enough for jokes, for laughter, for sharingpossessions, for aiding each other in dire emergencies, and evenfor being mad once in a while.

That's what friendships are for. So say Rosie and Michael.