hen I was a little kid, my parents used to take me along to visit close friends of the family.  There, I would play with the other kids.  The parents used to think that it was so cute that we all played together.  What really happened was quite different.  When David Chan and I used to get together with this other family, we turned into one of the cruelest duos there were.  We would pick on and torment the other kids if we felt like it.  The youngest of the bunch was Whaley.  Poor kid.  He must have been at least four years younger than the rest of us.

Whenever we started feeling "evil," David and I used to look for Whaley and tell him the story of "Whaley the Watermelon."   David would find Whaley and tell him that we had a story to tell him.  Whaley loved stories, but he didn’t like the Watermelon one.  I remember David setting him down and I would start, "This is the story of Whaley the Watermelon…"

Whaley’s face melted.  David and I watched his reactions intently as the story progressed, "…and everyone ate a piece of Whaley until nothing was left…but the pits."

Whaley’s expression was one of extreme fear.  David and I exploded in laughter.  I can’t believe we were so mean at the time.  Man, I’m sorry Whaley.


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