But besides the stories I hear, I really don’t know why I am in school when I could be home making ants sneeze or talking to the woman in the radiator.Īt this very moment, as my teacher is talking, and I am not listening, Sarah and her pals are laughing at me and pointing. She speaks of Moses and the Pharoah of Egypt in such a way that I see blood and flies all over the place, and I wonder at how one stick can cause all that suffering and so much gore. Do you want to know when I hear her? I will tell you. She is often talking when I cannot hear her. I have never seen so much laughter and so much fun and all because of me, and it does not stop, and it seems as if it won’t stop for quite some time. But when I walk into the classroom all the children laugh and say, “Look at Moshe’s danskin pants.” And Karen says, “I can’t believe you’re wearing danskin pants, you turd.” I thought it would be all right because Sarah wears them sometimes, and every day they tease me because my pants are too short, but my danskin pants aren’t too short. Today I am wearing danskin pants, and I have never been so embarrassed. Everyone is always pointing at me and laughing. Maybe it is because I am ugly, or maybe I am stupid. I don’t know why they hate me but I know that they do. There are twenty-five children in the class and all of them hate me. Most of the time I do not know what she is writing. There is a blackboard behind the desk where the teacher writes things. The teacher’s desk is in front of the room. The bus driver does not care.Īt school the desks are arranged in rows except for the teacher’s desk. They are always throwing things at me like gum and paper, but today one child sprays me with bug poison. The black ants are in their hole and the reds in their’s and the children on the bus are horrible. All my favorite animals and insects are out. Some day I’m going to play the cello in the Mighty Mouse orchestra. My mother asks me what two times two is, what four times four is, and she goes on and on until my head begins to spin and finally she stops. This morning I have eggs for breakfast, which I hate, and a bite is taken for every relation I have. It was like Moses with the Pharoah in Egypt. Frogs in the toilet, frogs in the kitchen, and frogs in my mother’s bed. At one time I could play with as many frogs as I wanted, but I could not keep them from escaping my room, so pretty soon there were frogs everywhere. You see, my mother does not like frogs which is why I am only allowed to play with ten frogs at a time. When I return from school I play with them as much as possible, because I know I must put them back the next morning. I usually cannot hear him sneezing, but somehow I know that he is because, everyone sneezes.In my backyard there is a murky pond where I play with the frogs before breakfast, and every Tuesday morning my mother allows me to catch frogs, which I store in my room until Wednesday. Then you listen carefully, and hope that you hear it sneeze. The salt and pepper is the most important part of all because without them you cannot make the ant sneeze. You mix the things in the bowl, put the ant inside, and then you put the salt and pepper in. The mish mash is made of mud, nestles chocolate, flour, water, and salt and pepper. All you have to do is put the mish mash into a bowl. Now if you want to make an ant sneeze it is very simple. At home I experiment with ants because I like to make them sneeze. Now that I am in school I cannot see her anymore. Her clothes are grey and her skirt is below her knees, and her hair is as grey as her face is grey, and she frightens me, but I like to see her anyway, and I wonder if my mother sees her. The way she sits above the radiator reminds me of evil ghosts. Every day at two o’clock she comes out of the radiator, flies across the room and back, and perches herself in the corner of the ceiling. In summer there is an old woman who lives in the radiator in the living room of my apartment. I am six years old and I go to Yeshiva and my name is Moshe. – Fierce Fiction by Heidi Schwartz – September 8, 2018
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