"I see. Is it
serious?"
"Probably."
"Well, then, let's
enjoy the flowers a bit longer."
"All right."
And so they did.
By the time they
went to the classroom, the children were so exhausted from beating the little
boy w-k-e that they were all sitting down and quiet. The big stupid boy was
standing over what was left of the boy w-k-e. His friend had just asked, "Is he
dead yet?" and the big stupid boy kicked him a few times but the boy w-k-e
didn't move or even groan.
"Maybe," the big
stupid boy said, just as the teacher and principal walked in.
"My, what do we
have here," said the Principal as he walked over to the pulpy mess on the
floor. "What happened to him?"
The big stupid boy
didn't know what to say, so his friend, who was a little less stupid,
volunteered.
"He fell down."
"Really?" said the
Principal. "He fell down?"
The Principal
looked around the room and all the children nodded their heads.
"I see."
The Principal
turned to the big stupid boy and asked him, "Why are your hands bloody?"
The big stupid boy
was at a loss for an answer and looked panicky. Another friend, who was even
less stupid than his other friend whispered in his ear.
"My hands are
bloody because I was trying to help him get up."
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