Hi, Grammy!
How was your day, sweet girl?
Medium.
Medium? Tell me about it.
Well, I didn’t like being hit in the head
with thirty-five balls today.
What!
All the girls were screaming and crying
and huddled against the wall.
What was going on?
The boys were throwing balls …
at our heads.
Oh!
Ohhhhhh, were you in gym class
… playing dodgeball?
Yes, and I got hit with a football… in the head.
That doesn’t sound like much fun.
No, it wasn’t.
It hurt.
Well, some boys like to throw balls,
and they do usually throw hard.
Well, all the girls were crying, and
this is the truth:
they were hiding behind boxes,
so they wouldn’t get hit!
Hmmm…
Where was the teacher?
Standing right there.
Oh!
Were the boys allowed to hit you in the head?
No, but they did.
And the girls were screaming.
Gosh! That stinks!
Yeah.
But it was a medium day.
A medium day?
I had to give a speech today.
You HAD to give a speech?
To whom?
To my class.
Wow! Tell me about it!
Well, I just stood up and told the whole class
that it wasn’t safe to be in school and
be hit in the head
with balls because
boys were making bad choices
and making all
the girls cry and hide
during class.
You said that?
To your whole class?
Yep!
Wow!
Good for you!
What did the teacher say?
He said he guessed
there wouldn’t be any more
fun in gym class.
Oh.
Well …
good for you for speaking up!
Thanks!
(Rock on, little meerkat!
And next weekend,
let’s work on how
to throw
a ball.
Hard!)
