The group of flamingos, grazed along the river bank,
attempting to catch their breakfast. One very small flamingo was stood by
himself under a green palm tree, hiding from the blazing sun, waiting in
anticipation and fright for the torture to begin! This particular flamingo had
been submitted to nasty pernicious taunting from the rest of the flock because he
didn’t talk like everyone else. Bobby isolated himself from everyone, in hope
to avoid the taunting and often wished he was somewhere else. That morning a
group of flamingos strolled over to Bobby and began to laugh, point, and spit
at him. Bobby didn’t respond. He knew that they laughed at him for speaking colloquially
and for having a strong African accent, so he tried not to speak. After being
tortured for an hour Bobby began to wonder if it would ever end, but eventually the pernicious
comments stopped, and the flamingos became bored, so they turned from Bobby,
and searched for their next victim to torture.
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