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TITLE: The Education of Sonny Dangerfield
By Rod Loche

I had an idea for this story quite a long time ago, it just took me a while to get around to writing it. This is the first draft so please let me know what doesn't work.
The Education of Sonny Dangerfield

When young Sonny awoke in the dead of the night
he saw a most frightening and fanciful sight.

A person was sitting at the foot of his bed
wearing glasses and wings and a hat on his head.

Sonny squinted and whispered “What are you doing here?”
and the person said calmly “please do not have fear.

My name is Joe, I’ve been sent from on high
to show you good things, and to help you get by.

I meant not to wake you, I truly did not,
but my wings are still new, and they bump things a lot.

Please go back to sleep our time has not come
to meet, and to talk, and to learn and have fun."

Sonny thought he was dreaming and fell back asleep,
and Joe sat there waiting right at Sonny’s feet.

When morning arrived, Sonny yawned and looked down
and there he saw Joe not making a sound.

His wings like his pillows, his hat on his face,
curled up in a ball and a scroll he embraced.

Sonny’s mouth hung wide open, his eyes now ablaze,
he looked straight at Joe and then shouted with craze.

“Wake up you burglar! Wake up you thief!
You won’t steal my toys, I won’t have this grief”.

Sonny crossed both his arms he was so very mad,
“You get out right now or I’m calling my dad!”

Joe jumped to his feet and said in defense
“There’s been a mistake, this does not make sense.

I’m not here to take things, I’m not here to rob
I’m a friend here to help, trust me it’s my job”.

He opened the scroll by untying a knot
and showed the name printed across the scroll’s top.

“SONNY DANGERFIELD”, see you are the one,
the one I’m to teach to live and have fun.

But no one can see me, no one but you
so how can I help you, what must I do?"

Sonny thought rather strangely of what he’d been told.
He checked out Joe’s wings and checked out his scroll.

"If you’re here to help then I want to see proof
so fly out the window and land on the roof."

Joe looked down with sorrow and tried to explain
“If I leap out the window I’ll fall just like rain.

Before I can fly I must do my job right.
When you take to kindness then I can take flight

I walked to your home, that’s why I must sit.
My feet are real sore cause my sandals don’t fit."

In came Sonny’s dad with a bounce in his walk.
“Are you alone in hear son? Or did I hear you talk?”

Sonny looked straight at Joe then up at his dad.
For a moment he thought he was going quite mad.

“You mean you can’t see him, you can’t see my friend?
His hat or his glasses with tape on the end?”

Dad simply smiled while tying his shoe.
“An imaginary friend? I once had one too.”

He walked out the door to see Sonny’s mother
while Sonny and Joe just stared at each other.

“Like I said Sonny I’m just here for you.
No one else can see me or know what I do.

I’ve come from afar and my journey’s been long
But I’m here now to help you to know right from wrong”

“If you’re here to help will you do what I say?
Will you go where I go, and play when I play?”

Joe scratched on his head then said with a smirk
“I guess I can do that, I guess it won’t hurt.”

They played and they laughed and then played even more.
Joe had to sit down cause his feet were still sore.

Sonny’s dad then returned to ask his dear son
If he’d cleaned up his room before having fun.

“Of course I did pop, it’s clean and it’s neat.
I did it last night before going to sleep.”

Joe crossed both his arms and looked rather mean.
He knew that the room was not hardly clean.

Sonny’s bat and his balls and his skates and his sled
were jammed in the closet and under his bed.

“Excuse me dear Sonny you’ve not told the truth.
Lying is wrong and extremely uncouth.

You may do it slyly but you still won’t succeed.”
Joe pulled out his scroll and then started to read

“Proclamation number 20.2
Lying is of the most foul one can do.

It cripples the spirit and shrivels the heart.
It infests the whole family and tears it apart.”

“Put that away and don’t make such a fuss.
Your oclatation is outdated I trust.

In this day and age us kids do what we feel.
A little white lie is just not a big deal”.

While Sonny continued to play at his game,
Joe sat by real quiet and looked on in shame.

He crossed both his wings with his nose in the air,
But Sonny played on like he just did not care.

Then Sonny’s mom had a thought that was keen
She suggested the family go out for ice cream.

Sonny shouted for joy at the top of his throat,
then ran to the closet to go get his coat.

When he opened the door to his great surprise
he was covered with toys clear up to his eyes.

His parents both stared with their arms folded tight
And Sonny told Joe “Okay maybe you’re right?”

Sonny had lied so he got no ice cream,
but Joe licked his scoop as he watched Sonny clean.
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