"No I don't. I don't think I'm better than you or anyone. I'm just different."
"But you think you're smarter than all of us."
"Of course I do, because I am smarter than the rest of you. I told you, I was born that way."
"And you think I'm stupid."
"Yes, because you are stupid. You were also just born that way."
"See what I mean?" the big stupid boy said to the rest of the class. They all shook their heads in agreement and started moving closer to the boy w-k-e who was sitting on the floor picking up his broken teeth and trying to stop the blood flowing out of his mouth.
"But don't you like having someone around who knows everything? Think of all the good I can do. Think of all the improvements I can make if you would listen to my ideas and try them. We can make things so much better for everyone."
Another boy yelled out, "We like things the way they are!"
"Yeah, that's right," everyone else said.
"Please listen to me. I only want to help. That's why I was born knowing everything, to help make things better."
The big stupid boy said, "You were born knowing everything? Then does that mean you were born knowing how to fight?"
The little boy w-k-e looked puzzled for a moment. He thought over and answered, "Now that is an interesting question. I know the philosophical teachings of all the great martial art experts and can talk for hours on their lineages, practices and techniques, but as for actually fighting, that is one area in which I have no practical experience. However, having said that-"
The big stupid boy had heard enough. He yelled out, "Would you just shut up already! Let's get him!" and all the other children attacked the boy w-k-e, even the girls. Some used their hands or feet, and others used their metal lunchboxes to smash the little boy w-k-e who was crying and screaming but you couldn't hear him over the shouting of the two dozen children who were beating on him.
The teacher went and sat in her chair and looked out the window and noted what a lovely day it was. The hydrangeas were coming along nicely and the roses would be blooming soon. She sat there and sat there until she finally got up and went and peeked at the mess on the floor that was once the little boy w-k-e and made other people feel stupid.
"My, what is going on here?" she asked.
The children stopped and looked at her.