I Am a Magician
A spanking new fourth grade boy in
the most rigid fourth-grade teacher’s class
introduced himself in this way
“I am a magician. I hypnotize my parents nightly.
They do what I want, when I want, per my instructions.”
Two girls giggled.
“You will be turned into frogs later,” he assured them.
The teacher started to say something but it came out as a croak.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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