Story Go Round 12/31/2001, round 2, #3


"And another thing!", Dan shouted, "I don't have to take that garbage." He strutted away, not seeing the stump in his path, but still missing it by at least a mile. He seethed and stuck his teething wand back into his mouth, where it had been since the last vitriolic epithet. Quickly reaching home, he got bored and went out to shout some more. The bullies who had bugged him were gone. They moved to Albuquerque every winter, following the migrating birds only so far, then hitchhiking the rest of the way. Albuquerque was not the endpoint, but who cares? The bullies were gone, and Dan had no-one to shout at. He stopped by Tommy McLain's window and knocked. "Tommy, you there?" "And another thing," Tommy was saying as he rolled up on his son's fuchsia scooter, "I forgot to bring the garbage." "What?", shouted Dan. Tommy, turning the wrong way, shouted "Garbage!" to no-one in particular. "I don't have to take that!" Dan screamed, and dove for the tackle.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Alan is blue; Terry is orange