“We’ll take it to the Warden. Maybe she’ll give you the rest of the day off.” “It’s not anything,” Stanley muttered.
“Let me be the judge of that,” said Mr. Sir. Stanley reached down and pulled up the empty burlap sack.
He tried to hand it to Mr. Sir, but he wouldn’t take it. “So, tell me, Caveman,” said Mr. Sir.
“How did my sack of sunflower seeds get in your hole?” “I stole it from your truck.” “You did?” “Yes, Mr. Sir.”
“What happened to all the sunflower seeds?” “I ate them.” “By yourself.” “Yes, Mr. Sir.”
“Hey, Caveman!” shouted Armpit. “How come you didn’t share any with us?” “That’s cold, man,” said X-Ray.
“I thought you were our friend,” said Magnet. Mr. Sir looked around from one boy to another, then back to Stanley.
“We’ll see what the Warden has to say about this. Let’s go.” Stanley climbed up out of his hole and followed Mr. Sir to the truck.
He still held the empty sack. It felt good to sit inside the truck, out of the direct rays of the sun.
Stanley was surprised he could feel good about anything at the moment, but he did. It felt good to sit down on a comfortable seat for a change.
And as the truck bounced along the dirt, he was able to appreciate the air blowing through the open window onto his hot and sweaty face.
It felt good to walk in the shade of the two oak trees. Stanley wondered if this was how a condemned man felt on his way to the electric chair—
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