Not So Friendly Persuasion
Ten-year old Nadia Shapiro, clever, but lacking looks or social graces, decided life would improve if she had a Golem. And so, while chanting ancient mystical incantations, she kneaded a lump of clay into a Golem and dragged him to school for Show & Tell. The fourth-grade class, mute, stared at the shapeless hulk.
“This is my Golem,” explained Nadia. “His magic powers can protect me from bad stuff.”
“Bull shit,” said Mike McPhee from his desk in the back row where he sat making spit balls.
Nadia pointed. The Golem lumbered towards Mike McPhee, lifted him up and pinched his nose. After the air left Mike’s body, the Golem folded the remains and stuffed them into the pocket of his black overcoat.
Belinda Vandergelt giggled nervously and, with perfect teeth, chewed on a strand of her curly blond hair. Nadia clapped twice. The Golem plodded towards Belinda, put his huge hands on her face, zapped it with zits and gave her braces.
The teacher dove under his desk. Nadia snapped her fingers. The Golem pawed through the papers on the teacher’s desk, found the grade book and ate it.
“Like I said,” said Nadia, “my Golem is real powerful. Even when you can’t see him, he’ll still obey and protect me. And that’s my Show & Tell.” Nadia whistled. The Golem shuffled to Mike McPhee’s empty desk and plopped down.
After school, Bernard Vandergelt the Third, Belinda’s golden-haired twin brother, carried Nadia’s books. The Golem trudged closely beside him. That night, Nadia chanted the ancient mystical incantations backwards, returned the Golem into a lump of clay and made a flower pot.
The next morning in gym, Nadia began a record-setting Dodge Ball winning streak.
On Valentine’s Day she got the most cards.
And she finished fourth grade with all A’s.
Copyright © 2012 Ozzie Nogg. All rights reserved.
Ten-year old Nadia Shapiro, clever, but lacking looks or social graces, decided life would improve if she had a Golem. And so, while chanting ancient mystical incantations, she kneaded a lump of clay into a Golem and dragged him to school for Show & Tell. The fourth-grade class, mute, stared at the shapeless hulk.
“This is my Golem,” explained Nadia. “His magic powers can protect me from bad stuff.”
“Bull shit,” said Mike McPhee from his desk in the back row where he sat making spit balls.
Nadia pointed. The Golem lumbered towards Mike McPhee, lifted him up and pinched his nose. After the air left Mike’s body, the Golem folded the remains and stuffed them into the pocket of his black overcoat.
Belinda Vandergelt giggled nervously and, with perfect teeth, chewed on a strand of her curly blond hair. Nadia clapped twice. The Golem plodded towards Belinda, put his huge hands on her face, zapped it with zits and gave her braces.
The teacher dove under his desk. Nadia snapped her fingers. The Golem pawed through the papers on the teacher’s desk, found the grade book and ate it.
“Like I said,” said Nadia, “my Golem is real powerful. Even when you can’t see him, he’ll still obey and protect me. And that’s my Show & Tell.” Nadia whistled. The Golem shuffled to Mike McPhee’s empty desk and plopped down.
After school, Bernard Vandergelt the Third, Belinda’s golden-haired twin brother, carried Nadia’s books. The Golem trudged closely beside him. That night, Nadia chanted the ancient mystical incantations backwards, returned the Golem into a lump of clay and made a flower pot.
The next morning in gym, Nadia began a record-setting Dodge Ball winning streak.
On Valentine’s Day she got the most cards.
And she finished fourth grade with all A’s.
Copyright © 2012 Ozzie Nogg. All rights reserved.
