"I see. Is it serious?"
"Well, then, let's enjoy the flowers a bit longer."
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.
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."