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“So . . . be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai
Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!”
you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!”
The teacher smiled as she closed Dr. Seuss’s
‘The Places You’ll Go'. She set the book gently onto her lap. The children sat crossed-legged on
the multi-coloured interlinking safety-mats and looked-up at their
teacher, eyes filled with wonder; but their teacher saw the sleep creeping in.
“Okay, children, it’s naptime. Grab your blankets and
put your flak jackets on, like I showed you. I’ll get the Bushmaster AR-15 rifle; I’ve been trained to kill so there’s nothing
for you to worry about if the Boogieman comes through the door. After naptime
we’ll talk about our country’s forefathers, how this is the world they
envisioned for you. This is the life they wanted you to have. This is the
freedom they dreamt of for all children. Sleep well, little ones, sleep well.
Dream pleasant dreams of the type of world you’d like to have; you’ll be the
ones who’ll turn it into what it becomes.”
