What Goes Around, Comes Around

                                                                By Eliza Brooks

Once upon a time there was a young lad named Sam who was delivering some breads and rolls to some people for his father, who was the town baker.

But just as he was walking through rather dark and deserted street, three older boys came out and attacked him. They beat him and took all his goods.

He ran home very upset. He was not crying, but he was unspeakably angry. His father told him it was all right. It was not his fault he had been attacked by three boys, all of them older than himself. “Forget about it,” his father told him.

But Sam did not forget it. He said to himself, “What goes around comes around, and I’m going to get even with them!” And he did.

The next time he saw them, he followed them to find out where each of them lived. And then the next night, he snuck to each of their houses with a bucket of water. He then went up to their bedroom window, opened it, and splashed them all over with water. It was very satisfying. But what he did not know was that one of the older boys had seen him and knew who had done this thing.

The next day, Sam was walking on a bridge when the three big boys jumped out of their hiding place and pushed him into the water. Luckily for him, it was summertime.

When he got home he walked into the house, soaking wet. He said to his Father, “I learned something today, Father.”

“And what is that, my son?” asked his father, staring at the boy’s wet clothes.

“I learned that what goes around comes around.” And he was right.