Today, I was on the bus home from school, sleepily thinking about how little homework there was. In front of me was a young Primary School boy. He looked pretty ordinary.
Until, of course, he took out a pen and a book from his bag. "Animal Farm" was the title of the book, the story of which I hope MOST of you are familiar with. It was not a hard cover book. I wondered what he was doing, so I watched him out of the corner of my eye.
And then he opened the last page of the book, and ripped half the page out without blanching.
What. The. Hell.
That sort of treatment of books really makes my blood boil.
He took the page, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into his breast pocket along with his pen.
Mindless destruction.
I don't know what purpose he found in it. Was it supposed to be fun or something?
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