"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.
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