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Recycled daffodils It was a beautiful spring day many years ago, and our fifth grade class was enjoying recess on the school ball field. One classmate, “Bob” (not his real name), stood out from the other boys, because he was very humble and highly intelligent. Also, he was known to be very obliging. The class bullies took Bob to the side of the ball field where bright yellow daffodils grew along the chain link fence. “To belong to our club you must eat at least three of these,” they told him. It was not easy, but Bob completed his assignment by the end of recess. Later, we all began to notice our friend was in a complete daze. The teacher became concerned when he did not respond to a question and instead just stared at her. Eventually he blurted out, “I need to go to my mama’s room. I’m sick!” His mother taught at the end of the hall, so Bob and our teacher left the room hurriedly. The entire class rushed to the doorway just in time to see “recycled” daffodils line the hallway. When our teacher got the rest of the story we didn’t see any daffodils on the ball field for awhile. Ann Kennedy, Pink Hill, Tri-County EMC |
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