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The Dispute                                                   By Wah You Lee                                Contents

One day after the snowfall, I was studying. Some boy teen-agers were standing outside of my window on the sidewalk. Some of them were fourteen or fifteen, and looked like the students in senior high. They were talking, laughing and watching the youngsters. The youngsters, who might be students in the public school in junior high, were eleven or twelve. They were attacking each other with snowballs.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of quarreling came to my ears. I looked out through the windows, and I saw a black girl was arguing with a boy. She looked fourteen, hanging a bag on her shoulder. There was a strong black boy teen-ager keeping silent and waiting for her, and he had a bag too. Maybe they came back from school. The boy who was arguing with her might be younger than her by one or two years. His manner was not so rude. The older boys were not only advising them, but also gathering together to stir up trouble. It made me indignant. Then, one action of the girl surprised me. She just used her one finger to touch the boy’s coat lightly. I could not help laughing. I thought she was a little, but smart, girl. She was a little girl. Maybe the boy said, “Dare you touch me?” She didn’t want to lose face so she touched his coat. She thought she won I spirit. She was smart, because she didn’t want to get in big trouble. So she just used a finer to touch his coat lightly.

The quarrel was coming to a height gradually. Finally, the strong black boy and the older boys on the opposite side all joined into it. The bomb would explode soon. At that critical moment, I thought, “I am older than all of them; I should do my job to stop the quarrel.” So, I opened my door and went out to advice. At last, the dispute was set at rest. After the black girl and boy went away, I said to the old boys, “You are students and getting older, you should know what you should do and what you should not do.” I spoke reasonably and seriously but not roughly. They left.

After that, I had worried that they would come to break my windows at night. But I thought they wouldn’t because there were two reasons. The first, my advice was judicial; it was not for myself, but for their benefits. The second, my manner was gentle, what I said was reasonable.

Now I think about this case. It just took place between the teen-agers on the street. It was not very difficult to solve. It if was a big argument between countries in the world, what can we do? Could the United Nations help it?

I Am Just A Little Boy: A Story For Children (A Cautionary Tele)

I'm a boy, just a little boy, only six. I live with my papa, mama, grandma, two brothers and one sister.

My papa and mama work very hard. They have to leave early in the morning and come back very late. We stay together very rarely. My grandma is sixty years old. She has to do the housework, cook for us, wash for us, and take care of us. She does things only to allow us to do things or stop us from doing something. But she never gives us the reasons, because she has no time and not enough energy.

I am a active, curious and crazy boy.

When I was three, I liked to touch everything. Once I overturned a small table. The bowls were broken and my hand was cut by glass. Now there is a scar on my hand.

When I was four, I liked jumping and running. I jumped and ran anywhere, on streets, stairs, even on chairs, tables, beds. I broke my wrist as I fell down from a ladder. When I was five, I liked to play in the vacant lot. At such a place, I could do what I liked. I never cared if it was dangerous. One day, I saw fish in the lake. I thought, the fish can swim, I can swim too, and I jumped into the lake. But I didn’t know how to swim. I could only swing my hands, kick with my feet and drink water. Finally, a man took me out the water.

When I was five, I liked to play in the vacant lot. At such a place, I could do what I liked. I never cared if it was dangerous. One day, I saw fish in the lake. I thought, the fish can swim, I can swim too, and I jumped into the lake. But I didn’t know how to swim. I could only swing my hands, kick with my feet and drink water. Finally, a man took me out the water.

Now I am six, six years old only. I think I should be a man-a brave, carefree man. I would wear what I like to wear; I would have a haircut different from the common style. I would drive cars or ride motorcycles to anywhere I wanted. Oh, if I had a gun… what would I do? I do not know yet…

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