He always hated libraries and all those irritating readers, their noses stuck into books. It was all he could do to get through The Tower Treasure without moving his lips. The creepy bookish types were comfortable in the silent stacks while the telltale rasp of thigh meeting Husky-sized corduroys betrayed his every movement. Back in the classroom others soared ahead to the green and the gold sections of the SRA Reading Lab yet he forever treaded aqua. But he was good at football and he would show them. Right after he finished that bucket of Lil’ Henry VIII Buster Fries. [Image from: packsols.com]
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