Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-36742973-20190620223631/@comment-36195412-20190630164409

-revives this thread-

did I ever tell y'allsters about that time in, like...fifth or sixth grade when my class went on this field trip to a place that had a river, and the teachers told us beforehand that we were not allowed to go anywhere near the rapids? Under the permission of the math teacher, my friend...let's call her Bird...and I were near this tide pool type thing by the rapids, where a little "arm" of land separated a two-inch deep bit of calm water for some tadpoles to live in. While my friend and I were discussing how cool this place was, a bit away from the tadpoles, in comes two boys from our class.

These kids were not good kids. They were constant making weird noises and had this song they sang about chicken nuggets. No, they did not have any sort of mental condition--no offense to anyone with one--they were just doing it for the heck of it. They also stared at me and pointed at me on the playground in second grade a few times. I did not enjoy the strange stalker kids.

Anyway, one of them--let's call him Orange--was just standing in the middle of the tide pool, staring at the tadpoles with the biggest eyes possible and splashing around to scare the poor young frog spawn. The other--let's call him Five--was at the place where the river met the tide pool. He had the most intense face possible on a fifth or sixth grade boy, and was stomping in the water as the tadpoles swam towards the river in fear of Orange. Five was also yelling in a very deep voice as he stomped, "DiE, diE, diE!" at the tadpoles.

Needless to say, Bird and I were horrified. Instead of saying something logical, however, when they stopped doing...whatever it is they were doing and looked up, I chose to say:

"You people are the reason we're banned from the rapids."

then we ran away as fast as our legs could carry us