In an old house that was painted red,
lived twenty school children, newly dead
They had been stuck in the school room all day. A new vocabulary word to learn, “presumptuous”, appeared on their list. For some reason they could not fathom, maybe because he was a contemporary of the head master, though not a vamp himself, they were studying Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, and dramatist. The students thought their teacher looked like the original Mr. Potato Head. The image never ceased to coax giggles from the class. Goethe is considered the supreme genius of modern German literature side by side with Schiller. Goethe’s works span the fields of poetry, drama, literature, philosophy, and science. His Faust has been called the greatest long poem of modern European literature.
His famous quote is: “I never knew a more presumptuous person than myself. The fact that I say that shows that what I say is true.”
“Wow”, Rednick said, peering closely at Crimson, “He sounds as presumptuous as you are!”
“That’s a rotten thing to say to me!” Crimson shot back . Neither Rednick nor Crimson took offense from the remarks. The kids are good friends and tease back and forth all the time. But by now they had enough learning and determined they needed an adventure
Crimson and her friends, Ruby and Rednick, sneaked out of the house making as little noise as they possibly could. The cool night air felt refreshing on their school room heated skin. They ran down the road to the creek hoping to find some fishers trying their luck.
If the head master of their boarding school found out they had slipped away when they should have been in study hall, there would be hell to pay. If the Stakeholders who administered the school learned of their foolish behaviour, the school could be in serious trouble.
The children were forbidden to go near the locals; they knew this but did it anyway. Kids will be kids.
They hid in the bushes, and behind the rocks. The air smelled of spring and some mud still lingered from the recent rains on the ground where they crouched Ruby whispered to Crimson, “Look, I think I see some guys coming down the path.”
Rednick, on the other side of Crimson, poked her to be quiet. The three of them waited and watched
Sure enough, three men set up their folding chairs, opened their tackle boxes and prepared to ready their lines in the hopes of catching some fish for dinner.
The man in the middle seemed to have a problem attaching his lure to the line. “Stupid lure won’t hook on right. Ouch, dammit. The freaking hook went right into my finger, and now it’s bleeding.”
The other two men were too concerned with their own equipment to notice their friend had hurt himself.
Before going out the children chose who would go first if they were successful in their quest. Quicker than white on rice Rednick dashed out of his hiding spot; a merry gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, Sir, I see you are bleeding.” Rednick casually walked up to the injured man.
“Hey kid, didn’t see you there, it’s just a nick, nothing serious.”
Rednick came closer to the man, “Don’t worry, I can fix that in a jiffy.”
The boy took the man’s hand and holding the hurt finger between his thumb and forefinger squeezed the tip of the finger to make the blood flow more freely and then licked it.
Surprised, the man raised a questioning eyebrow at the boy trying to figure out what the kid was doing.
The angler thought he heard the kid slurping at his finger. What the hell?
Just as quickly as the boy had appeared, he vanished. Inspecting his finger, the fisher noticed that the spot the hook had caught had stopped bleeding and he couldn’t even see where the wound had been. He glanced over at his buddies but they were concentrating on their beer drinking and watching their lines for any action.
Smiling with satisfaction, Rednick settled himself back behind the bush,. Crimson and Ruby glared at him with envy and brought their attention back to the three fishers.
The air was still. The fishers drank and fished. The children waited.
After about half an hour Crimson nudged Ruby and Rednick and tossed her head in the direction of the school. It was time to go back before the head master noticed they were really missing from study hall
The three skulked back to the school; Crimson and Ruby disappointed, Rednick still smiling
On the nights with a full moon and calm winds, the children knew the locals would come to the creek, even though fishing was prohibited. But the children could not resist visiting the spot in the hopes of a special little treat. They knew it was wrong and against the rules and that the rules were in place for their own safety. Even so they could not resist. Kids will be kids. The children wished more of their neighbours took advantage of the good fishing. As it was, the little group was lucky if even one of them got to savor a snack
As they tip toed back into the school, they looked around carefully, fervently hoping that they were not seen by the head master.
“You kids, stop right there!” Oh oh, they were so in trouble now!
Blogophilia 6.4 Topic: “A More Presumptuous Person than Myself?“
(Hard, 2pts): include something that is rotten
(Easy, 1pt): mention Mr. Potato Head