whatswrong

i got rid of all my old posts---spring cleaning...........heres a story....my kid brother is 11 and hes a hoodlum in the making. all of the other hoodlum neighborhood children hang out together, they're like feral dogs--scavanging the neighborhood--laying it to waste, i figure all they need is a member's only jacket, their names sewn on the back, the number of people they've killed sewn on their sleeves. anyway, on a windy afternoon i walked outside and found one these hoodlums----i only know him by his street name: Ryan---kneeling in the front yard, poking at the ground with a stick. ryan looks up, sees me and says 'hey, c'mer"....as i begin to approach the vandel, i see that he's poking a squirrel. my first thought was--why is he poking a dead squirrel? he looked up at me with weary sad eyes and said "look".....i replied " yeah its surely dead"....then he gave it a sharp jab with his twig, it writhed, mouth moving without sound. its back legs had been broken from the looks of it, i assume a cat had gotten it. i chuckled--thought that this picture should go on a hallmark card of some sort, a kid poking a dieing animal........so ryan asks what we should do.......................we?...............figuring Ryan for a stone cold killer in the making, i layed it out very simply STEP ON ITS HEAD VERY HARD ...ryan shivered, exclaiming how that was wrong, that he couldn't kill it--i was disapointed in him. i tried to explain it to him-----so i pick the squirrel up, put it under a wheel of my car,run it over,back up,run it over,back up---ryan's gapping mouth says it all,but he continues WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! i shrugged BECAUSE IT OWED ME MONEY i said