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Georg
the Great and My Homework
Yes,
it’s true that I went to the show, but I had already finished my homework in
the afternoon. Yes, I do know what the assignment
was. “Solve the Bermuda Triangle,”
“Compute the weight of the moon,” and two or three other things. I easily answered those stupid questions.
Then at
the show, Georg the Great asked for volunteers for every trick, and I raised my
hand every time, and he kept picking other people. A six-year-old brat in braces got to get
sawed in half, an old lady with pigtails and glasses got to float all the way
to the ceiling, a bald guy got to have three swords driven through his fat belly. Two through the two sides and one through the
front.
Then he finally
picked me, and I ran up and stood next to him on the stage, and he asked me for
some paper, and I fished out a sheet from my backpack, and it’s pure
coincidence that the sheet was my homework.
He took
it, and he turned to face the audience, and then the sheet slow-motion-shrunk between
his fingers! In full view of everyone! It was almost a whole minute before it was completely
gone.
After I
stopped clapping, I asked if I could have the paper back, and he said the trick
was only to make it vanish, that there wasn’t a way to bring it back. That’s the reason why I don’t have my
homework. It’s not my fault! A theater packed with people saw it happen.
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