Leviathan-Levi
A brave boy tells his hero's tale to a stranger on the playground. A story in 100 words.
He walked up to me on the playground while his mother wrangled his fearless two-year-old sister, who hung off the play structure several feet above the gravel. He told me how he fell off the ladder and broke all of his teeth. I had wondered where they were. He lisped his way through a wild story about how the dentist cut his gums to remove the shards from his mouth. He seemed quite matter-of-fact about it. I was traumatized visualizing it. Apparently he has told enough people to turn it into a hero's tale and proudly proclaimed his name: Leviathan-Levi!
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Such an unusual story, Sue. True? Fiction? Little boys! I had/have one. I confess, when I first saw the photo here, I instantly smelled that sweet, sweaty little boy smell. Not unlike puppies' breath. It made me wistful. My boy is 61, now, and is still my little boy. He grew into a fine man. In spite of his mother. Thanks for this evocative little tale.