The Broken Rubik’s Cube
One day George lost his Rubik’s cube. He was walking around with it in on a Saturday afternoon when he met a small boy. In a small voice he asked “can I hold it?” George, being extremely nice, handed the colorful cube to the boy.
“Bang!” The Rubik’s cube dropped from the child’s hands to the hard concrete ground, breaking it into pieces. Even though the kid helped pick up the pieces, George still felt unimaginably mad. But he kept a straight face and received the incoming fragments from the boy. George was very angry not just because the child didn’t say sorry and just walked away, but also because the cube had cost him ten dollars of school money.
Afterwards George told his dad about the boy. “There is nothing we can do about it now, Son. The boy’s family had moved away.”
“He probably thought he could break anything he wanted to because he was moving away.” George said.
George still remembers the incident to this day.
The End
“Bang!” The Rubik’s cube dropped from the child’s hands to the hard concrete ground, breaking it into pieces. Even though the kid helped pick up the pieces, George still felt unimaginably mad. But he kept a straight face and received the incoming fragments from the boy. George was very angry not just because the child didn’t say sorry and just walked away, but also because the cube had cost him ten dollars of school money.
Afterwards George told his dad about the boy. “There is nothing we can do about it now, Son. The boy’s family had moved away.”
“He probably thought he could break anything he wanted to because he was moving away.” George said.
George still remembers the incident to this day.
The End
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