3416. The
telescope was about three inches long. When you held it up to your eye and
pointed it toward the light you could see a man in a barbershop getting his
hair cut. The barber was a woman and she was naked. The barber had long breasts
that hung down over the man’s shoulders and stretched out over his chest. Everyone
wanted their chance to have a look at it.
3417. When I got
a hold of it I was unable to look through it because everyone was jumping all
over me trying to get it away from me before the bell rang, which was any
second. I ran away from them trying to get far enough away to get a second to
hold it up to my eye. I ran around the back end of Mrs. Hagner’s old brown
Hudson and up between her car and Mr. Roach’s Buick and I banged into the Hagner’s
rear view mirror and it snapped off and fell on the ground at my feet.
3418. Everyone
froze, and then the bell rang. It was a disaster that could have many outcomes
and all of them bad. About ten of us were involved and we could all be to blame
because of the telescope, or just I could be to blame because of the mirror.
3419. I could
pick up the mirror and take the blame, or kick it under the car and claim
ignorance, but what I did was probably a misguided idea of half-hearted devious
honesty. I picked up the mirror, but
at the same time I pushed the telescope into the cuff of my jeans where no
teacher would ever dream of looking for it.
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