[Assignment: Go to the Yale Art Gallery, find a work of art that speaks to you then tell its story.]
Two boys were being made to stand outside of their classroom. Both of them had a lot of bruises on their faces. Their clothes were torn, here and there. It seemed they hadn’t cooled down yet.
Two boys were being made to stand outside of their classroom. Both of them had a lot of bruises on their faces. Their clothes were torn, here and there. It seemed they hadn’t cooled down yet.
“It’s not my fault.”
“You struck the first
blow!"
“No! It was you.”
Their teacher calmed them and
said,
“Easy, gentlemen. There’s no who
was in the right, and who was in the wrong. Fighting is not good. Both of you
have to apologize to each other. After that, it’s over!"
The boys said nothing. Both of
them were looking down and making sour faces.
“It is enough! Apologize each
other."
The teacher was getting
irritated.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry.”
The boys said to each other
reluctantly.
“Did you guys really search your
conscience? Huh? Your faces are still so red."
The teacher said strictly.
“I’m OK. I’m fine.”
“Me too. Now I’m OK."
The boys replied in low voices.
“Well then, there’s no hard
feelings anymore, right? You guys apologized to each other, and now, it’s
totally fine! Have a good afternoon gentlemen!”
The teacher said and she went
back to her desk.
Seeing her back getting small,
one of the boys muttered.
“But it was your fault..."
Brilliant Zoo...just brilliant...and I love the finger-pointing reveal in the end. Of course all little boys are like this, even in the African collection.
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