"Never."

Oswald Diefenbaker was a German rat; somber, forced to move two villages down because of his mother’s new marriage. Oswald could not stand his step brother, Harry, a most obnoxious brand. Harry broke everything that he touched and treated nothing with value, just such the nature of a spoiled rodent. Oswald’s step-father approached him shortly after dinner one night in a foul mood. “Harry has show and tell tomorrow and wants to take your red car,” he blurted vehemently. “So, he’ll need it all day tomorrow.” Oswald stood there rigid. “Oswald. Oswald!” his stepfather shouted. The red car was Oswald’s only treasure, the only possession he held up high to the sun for joy. Oswald quickly snapped out of it and ran out the back door and into the grove across form the pond two bushes away. He lay there on his side right at the edge of his favorite oak on a small slab of granite, staring. Oswald thought of Harry’s ungrateful grubby hands smearing chocolate and grape jelly all over his precious car and then that harsh raspy laugh as he slams it to the ground, breaking into a million pieces. The words “He’ll need it all day…” reverberated like an empty gym in his head. Oswald clutched the red car tight and with a gleam in his eye...he slowly pulled it closer and let out a soft whisper, “Never."

(I took this picture yesterday morning)