![]() Of course, Andrew, the unusually thin little boy covered with freckles that matched his reddish blonde hair, never really understood childish mockery and pranks. Shoemaker could be compared to, it was a reserved, absent-minded, elderly, drill sergeant, in his opinion. It was as if they thought that because her legs were short and her stride too long and wide for such limbs, she was surrounded by a huge, yellow feathered belly, carefully having to plot her course in three-toed footies attached to plushy legs of orange and red rings.īut Andrew, the strange little boy with new crooked teeth who sat on the third row, one desk away from the window, always thought that it was not only mean of the other kids to tease her, but actually inaccurate, for he had watched Big Bird on Sesame Street carefully and honestly never saw the resemblance between the two’s paces. ![]() ![]() Shoemaker’s “Big Bird Walk” as they called it. Shoemaker’s stride had been mocked by sixth graders for years, one class passing the torch of mockery to the other, and the most famous of these legendary taunts was Mrs. Shoemaker’s tiny, low-heeled shoes clapping against the floor in a kind of staccato, military march from one side of the room to the other. Aside from the occasional whisper or giggle from one student at another clowning, the only sound to be heard in the room was Mrs. The children had been told to sit quietly and read their library books from which their next book reports would be written while they all waited for the day’s speaker to arrive. ![]() She was deep in thought and full of reservations about the visitor who was to come and speak before her class in just a few moments. Shoemaker, the sixth grade school teacher at a tiny, Christian, private school in a small, rural, Southern town buckled deep within the Bible Belt, paced back and forth in front of her class with lips pursed and eyes staring blankly ahead. On a cloudy spring afternoon, just after the bell rang ending lunchtime, Mrs. ![]()
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