Monstrous act
in the library, there was a dark bronze statue of a lady, on her knees, in anguish, her face looking to the heavens. wailing at some terrible loss, her her mouth was open in a perpetual scream of greif. the statue was commisioned by someone who had lost their son in the war.
being young and innoncent, and after reading the plaque, i could not help it, that everytime i passed that corner, i would look around, make sure there was no one that would disapprove or tell on me. i would then take index cards, make nice balls from them and put them in the languishing lady’s mouth, filling it. it was smooth inside, you see, a shallow bowl that i climbed and examined, and it looked so funny when filled with paper balls. something like an overflowing bucket of popcorn kernels.i realize now, that it is a good thing i was not yet aware of other things that could be done to women that a prone in those situations and positions, though i trust that my successors, in recent years had better eduction and as little shame, if not less.
so here you have it, callous disregard of the greif of a mother, extra points because the son was a soldier.
who did i NOT offend?
now i could make excuses, say i was only ten years of age. i would question the wisdon of putting a statue, obviously very important to someone, at a hidden corner of a public library.
but these are excuses, i am ashamed of the insensitivity i had shown, and hope that the public will forgive my bitter offense.