Belle and
the Hotdog
On Friday,
the school cafeteria was nosier than usual. A special program had been presented
during a morning assembly and everyone was so excited. The elementary classes had listened and
watched as a salesman explained how easy it was to win prizes and raise funds
for the school just by selling cookie dough.
And if they sold cookie dough on the very first day they could win money
and candy prizes.
This was a
win, win, win situation. Voices
competed to be heard as plans were being made.
Students mapped out strategies with their friends. This weekend was the target.
Joe was
especially excited. Although Joe was normally talkative and restless, today he
was serious and quiet. He was just one
in a sea of faces as he contemplated how to win without stirring up problems. He knew a lot of places he could go to sell
cookie dough. That wasn’t the
problem. He wanted to win and prove he
was a better salesman than Scott. Scott
was his archenemy and a bully. Scott
also wanted to win and he didn’t want any competition. He had already warned Joe not to try so
hard.
Belle, in
her therapy role, was bored with all the talk and no one was paying any
attention to her. Her senses were
working overtime. The cafeteria food, hotdogs and beans, didn’t smell as good
as she hoped. She decided to wait for
something better.
She lay near
Joe’s feet, listening intently to the children’s excited chatter. Something did not sound right. Somewhere in the middle of all the
conversation a voice ceased.
Acting on a hunch Belle raced to the place
where an excited voice had changed and had become suddenly quiet.
A girl, her
hands at her throat, was turning purple.
Without wondering whether she had read about this or had seen this
happen, Belle hurled herself against the girl’s back. Whack! A piece of hotdog popped from the girl’s
mouth.
Scott
yelled, “This dog just attacked Suzi without warning! I knew this dog was dangerous.”
Joe
sputtered, “Belle saved her life. If she
hadn’t hit Suzi’s back, then she might have choked to death.”
Scott
ranted, “Belle attacked her. I was the
one who saved Suzi from choking.” He
pointed at a second grader. “What did
you see?” he demanded.
“Just what you said. The dog jumped on her.”
Scott looked
at the principal. “That dog attacked
Suzi but I saved her life. I should get some recognition and that dog needs to
be out.”
Belle didn’t
want praise for herself. She just wanted
Suzi to be okay and everything back to normal.
She knew Scott was lying but how could she prove him wrong? But did it
really matter?
Suzi had
recovered by then. “Belle saved my
life! Scott was laughing at me because I
was choking. He didn’t help. It was the dog that saved me.”
Other voices
chimed in. Nobody had been willing to go
against Scott until Suzi spoke up. There
seemed to be safety in numbers and now they all clamored to be heard. Scott turned to Joe. “I’ll get you for this,” he vowed. “You and that dumb dog!”
He stomped off,
angry at Belle, angry at Joe, and angry at the world.
Joe was more
serious than ever about winning the cookie dough contest. He didn’t want to worry about Scott and his
threats. Scott might try to beat Joe up but Joe wasn’t afraid. He would stand
up to Scott next time. Bullies only got
worse if they got their way.
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