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Topic: The Short End of the Stick (02/20/14)
TITLE: The Last One
By Richard L. Provencher
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The owner, Mr. Woo, often gives mom leftovers from the restaurant. Heís a nice man. For a treat, he tells mom to tell us. But I know better, Iím the oldest of five kids and I think he knows sometimes we donít have Ďnuff to eat. My big ears hear old people tell, mom got the short end of the stick. Iím not sure why they tattle like that. Maybe itís Ďcause dad drinks a lot. Thatís why mom has to work. Just wish she didnít scream at us kids so much.
Iím almost eleven, a big kid. But itís okay to play in our park with younger ones. Theyíre poor like us; well as least we have lots of warm clothes. Theyíre second hand, but thatís okay. Iím lucky I have a neighbour pal just two years older than me and I get his after.
Today is chilly, I think its 1951. Doesnít matter --- time for picking teams. This is the part I donít like. Iím probably the worst hitter in the whole world. Thatís why Iím usually the last one to get picked. Thereís ten of us today, some with fathers who stay home. And others who have none, so, Iím lucky I guess.
Chicky is a Captain of course. Heís the only one got a homerun hit once. And the other is big mouth Lee. They go one, two, one, two. Then only two left; me and a kid who smells. He sure needs a bath. I get picked first. That makes me really happy. At least today, Iím not last.
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