by Character Queen
I, Lafayette, recently came over the ocean from France. I like it here. It has been a month since I came over. . . . What was that! Oooh nooo, it is the British! I wonder what they are doing here? “Lafayette!” “What.” “Are you going to jump on them like you did last time?” asked Washington. “Au contraire!” I reply. (That means on the contrary.) I feel his hand on my shoulder. “Where are the men?” I ask. “They took their places ahead of time,” he tells me. “Operation Anti-British has begun,” I say. “They are marching in just as we predicted, playing their fifes and trumpets.” “I hope we beat them,” he says. “We will,” I assure him.