The Derelict Children
2.
Naturally,
this makes many of my followers angry, although some in the crowd do find it amusing and
they laugh their hearts out, and prod the derelict children on and on with their impolite
and disgusting laughter.
3.
Still,
the guard and the baccalaureate student with the help of some others, soon form a line of
defense around me, and they slap any child who dares come near.
4.
Although
I find their behavior objectionable, I do not protest immediately, as I might be expected
to do being a messiah and all, and I simply comment on the situation as I continue to
plunge forward:
5.
“Some people use their children to make a living like they would use a
donkey. This is the results of their doings, and of our acceptance thereof. Children
can’t be blamed for what they do, their choices
are always
limited. And in the absence of love and attention, they are bound to behave like
wild beasts.”
6.
And
as I pass by one of those traveling salesmen pushing a cart full with various sorts of
candy in front of him, I pick two bags of mint candy and I throw them in the direction of
the guard and the baccalaureate student who rush to catch them without delay.
7.
“There. Give these ferocious rabbits some candy instead of slapping
them. This might prove more effective in keeping my clothes clean.”
8.
Indeed,
after a brief while, the children disappear as mysteriously and quickly as they have
appeared.
9.
There
are still many children following us, of course, but, this time, they are
not beggar children. Nor do they exhibit similar nasty mannerisms. Well, at least, they
are not doing so right now.
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lust for salvation, Brother, as though it were a woman, and I - a man.
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