Previously published in elizaPress Eclectic Anthology Series #3, DIGGING, Autumn, 2005
In the Preschooler's room, the children were becoming unruly. The teacher drew an imaginary TV on the wall with his finger. "Let's watch Sesame Street," he said. Children sat quietly, gazing at the wall for a time, followed by animated descriptions of the characters, and what they were doing on the show. A small boy stood up. "I'm bored," he said. "I'm changing the channel." "No, no," voices chorused. "You can't, don't change it, we're watching!"
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