Can someone help me do a Blackout poem out of this?
“Okay,” Elizabeth said. “We’ll stop as soon as we can find a place. And we’ll go as far as we can each day, all right?” “Fine with me,” I said. The sooner we got there, the sooner my plan could begin. But for now I was tired of the car, and tired of Elizabeth. And I was worried and confused, too - About her feelings about him, and about the real reasons why we were doing this, and about weather of not she was right about him being difficult. I figured that if I worked at it, I could probably get him to like me. But if he really was that difficult… Anyway, I was worried. I guess having been out half the night didn’t improve my mood any. “Toby’s tired,” I said. “He’s had enough of one day, haven’t you, Toby?” I took his little head between my hands. “Right?” I said to him. As if in answer, there was rumbling sound from deep inside him, and he let out his awful smell. “Toby!” I said, laughing, and I waved my hands in front of my face. “Oh, gross!” Elizabeth said. She rolled down her window, and cold air rushed in. “Told you he’d had enough of the car for today,” I said. And as if to prove that I was right, Toby leaned away from me and over against Elizabeth, his head sort of lolling in her lap. And then, very neatly, he threw up.