On the way home from school, Justin saw his friends in the field and rode over to see them. When he got closer, he saw Mr. Cassidy was lying on the grass. Chuck and Mark were kicking him while the other boys watched. Jumping off his bike, Justin ran toward them.
“Hey guys, stop it right now, you’re going to hurt him.” “Justin, this doesn’t concern you. Go on home and leave us alone!” One of the boys called out.
Curled up in a ball, Mr. Cassidy covered his face with his hands to block the blows as they continued kicking him. “Someone help me,” Justin said. Pulling Mark away from Mr. Cassidy and held him on the grass as Jimmy sat on him while Mark screamed and cursed. “Tommy, you and Gary hold Chuck,” Justin said. Within seconds, they …show more content…
I should call the sheriff and let him take you to jail, that’s where you belong,” Justin said.
“You act like he’s your grandpa. Justin, if you guys will help us, we could take his money and split it,” Mark said struggling to get free.
“We’re not going to that because it’s wrong. I wish that he was my grandpa,” Justin said and was sure he saw a slight smile cross the old man’s bloody face.
Mr. Cassidy said. “Boys, when I was your age, I would never have thought about beating up anyone the way you did.” Then the old man stared into space remembering his childhood. “Where’s your grandpa now?” Jimmy wanted to know.
Kenny said. “Stupid, I’m sure he died like old people always do.”
Mark asked again, “Justin, what are you going to do with …show more content…
Cassidy said. “Well, now what do you think we should do with you? I could decide, but what do you boys suggest?” He wiped his face with the dirty shirt and waited for their reaction. However, they remained silent. “You can throw them in your basement with the other prisoners.” Jimmy suggested, “Everyone knows you keep prisoners down there.”
The old man snickered. “Now why would I keep prisoners in my basement?”
“We know that’s where you keep our pets until you’re ready to eat them,” Tommy spoke up.
“Boys, I’ve never killed a dog in my life. The only dogs I eat are hot dogs. Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn’t even a basement in my old house. Who would you like to take a look?” He asked. Hoping they would refuse and smiled when no one volunteered. Justin shook his head, knowing Mr. Cassidy wasn’t telling the truth. “What would you boys suggest we do?” Mr. Cassidy asked again. They had nothing to say.
Gary offered a suggestion. “We could tie them to a tree on Putney Mountain.”
“If we do that we’re no better than they are. Is that what you want?” Mr. Cassidy asked.
Gary mumbled under his breath. “Guess you’re right,”
“We’re waiting for you,” Justin said after a long silence, the others agreed when he said. “Wow, Mr. Cassidy, you’re not as dangerous as everyone
“Hey guys, stop it right now, you’re going to hurt him.” “Justin, this doesn’t concern you. Go on home and leave us alone!” One of the boys called out.
Curled up in a ball, Mr. Cassidy covered his face with his hands to block the blows as they continued kicking him. “Someone help me,” Justin said. Pulling Mark away from Mr. Cassidy and held him on the grass as Jimmy sat on him while Mark screamed and cursed. “Tommy, you and Gary hold Chuck,” Justin said. Within seconds, they …show more content…
I should call the sheriff and let him take you to jail, that’s where you belong,” Justin said.
“You act like he’s your grandpa. Justin, if you guys will help us, we could take his money and split it,” Mark said struggling to get free.
“We’re not going to that because it’s wrong. I wish that he was my grandpa,” Justin said and was sure he saw a slight smile cross the old man’s bloody face.
Mr. Cassidy said. “Boys, when I was your age, I would never have thought about beating up anyone the way you did.” Then the old man stared into space remembering his childhood. “Where’s your grandpa now?” Jimmy wanted to know.
Kenny said. “Stupid, I’m sure he died like old people always do.”
Mark asked again, “Justin, what are you going to do with …show more content…
Cassidy said. “Well, now what do you think we should do with you? I could decide, but what do you boys suggest?” He wiped his face with the dirty shirt and waited for their reaction. However, they remained silent. “You can throw them in your basement with the other prisoners.” Jimmy suggested, “Everyone knows you keep prisoners down there.”
The old man snickered. “Now why would I keep prisoners in my basement?”
“We know that’s where you keep our pets until you’re ready to eat them,” Tommy spoke up.
“Boys, I’ve never killed a dog in my life. The only dogs I eat are hot dogs. Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn’t even a basement in my old house. Who would you like to take a look?” He asked. Hoping they would refuse and smiled when no one volunteered. Justin shook his head, knowing Mr. Cassidy wasn’t telling the truth. “What would you boys suggest we do?” Mr. Cassidy asked again. They had nothing to say.
Gary offered a suggestion. “We could tie them to a tree on Putney Mountain.”
“If we do that we’re no better than they are. Is that what you want?” Mr. Cassidy asked.
Gary mumbled under his breath. “Guess you’re right,”
“We’re waiting for you,” Justin said after a long silence, the others agreed when he said. “Wow, Mr. Cassidy, you’re not as dangerous as everyone