The Ball (From the Patriots) Mr. Ferdennan Boxer, the school - TopicsExpress



          

The Ball (From the Patriots) Mr. Ferdennan Boxer, the school principal, didn’t much like the American Eagle atop the flag pole. Thought it too patriotic, thought it might offend someone. So he ordered a large steel ball to replace the symbol of patriotism. When the crate arrived, Mr. Boxer was there to personally sign the invoice. The crate looked like it had been dropped a time or two. It was stamped on the outside, made in Russia. He took in a deep breath, mingled with an arrogance of pride, “From the motherland, the birthplace of Socialism.” He spoke those words just loud enough for George to hear, but not knowing it. But he heard them well, and they burned in his thoughts. George watched as Boxer took a crowbar, and tapped twice on the crate; once for the Ideology and once for what was to come. He then pried open the box and with a snarl in his grin, he pried back the lid and dropped the crowbar. He pushed back the tangled straw packing, took in a deep breath and stared at it. Then abruptly said, “Finish it!” and walked away. Big Mac just shook his head and said, “This is not right! This is not right at all.” Big Mac Huckebee took the ball from the crate. It looked like a trailer hitch ball for a giant bulldozer, twenty-six pounds of blue steel, but it would screw nicely into the top of the oversize flag pole. It was a little rusted, in need of some paint. “Look, Mr. Huck! There’s a note tuck in the straw. But it was written in Russia and no one new how to read Russian. “Well George, you go get that note translated and come back and let me know what it says. The ball had a top plate with a slot in it. With a little pressure from a screwdriver it opened to a threaded chamber. Inside was pages torn from a book and a hand written note. “What do you suppose it says?” asked George.” I don’t know, it’s all in Russian.” Chapter X,X,X. The Note and the Pages The school board intervenes This is a freedom ball and this is my prayer! I hope when it flies, it flies over a free land, my land. I dare not sign my name. They would shoot me. The rest of the story is yet to be created………………….
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 02:42:47 +0000

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