Bully Stole Tolstoy’s Toy. He Guesses He’ll Read A Book?
Little Leo Tolstoy was wandering about the courtyard, playing with his most prized possession, his paddle-ball. Tolstoy was minding his own business this fine afternoon when he ran into the infamous Fyodor Dostoevsky.
“Well look what the cat dragged in!” Dostoevsky shouted across the courtyard as he bounded towards little Leo who was fully consumed by his paddle-ball. Without pause, Dostoevsky snatched the toy from the hands in which they were just being held. Tolstoy’s head snapped upward with piercing eyes that should have been shooting lasers in a million directions given the way they pulsed with anger. “Hey, give it back you lecherous demon!” Tolstoy exploded.
Dostoevsky launched off his back foot in a dead sprint immediately Tolstoy followed. The two bobbed and weaved through the traffic of the courtyard. They ignored the numerous “watch its” and “excuse mes!” It seemed Dostoevsky was just a little faster, just slightly stronger. Tolstoy understood he wouldn’t catch up.
“FIIIIIIIIIIINE!” Little Leo let out with a yelp. “Keep it.” Leo sat at the bottom of a set of steps as Dostoevsky pointed and laughed from above.
Leo Tolstoy, destined to receive the silver medal.
-A Well-Mannered Scholar