Once A Little Boy Went To School. One Morning The Teacher Said: “Today We Are Going To Make A Picture.”

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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TickleTober 2022 Day 13: Blush

Lee!Uraraka, Ler!Bakugou. Ships: Kacchako

“What did I say about hiding your blush Round Face?!” Bakugou demanded.

Uraraka let out an eep!, but stubbornly kept her hands covering her face.

Bakugou was an amazing boyfriend. A fact she found unsurprising given his tendency to be the best at everything. But another thing Bakugou was was straightforward and blunt. Which, combined with Uraraka’s tendency to get easily flustered, was a killer combination.

The reason for her current blushing situation was Bakugou deciding to plant soft kisses on her stomach. It made Uraraka feel so shy and embarrassed that she couldn’t help burying her face behind her hands—something Bakugou loathed as he loved watching her blush.

“Have it your way,” Bakugou growled. Before Uraraka could realize what he was up to, Bakugou had already delivered a HUGE raspberry on her stomach.

Uraraka literally screamed in laughter, the ticklish vibrations so strong that her hands forcefully shot down to protect her poor tummy.

Bakugou grinned. “There it is.” He studied her: the slight crinkle of her eyes, the wide smile, and of course the bright pink skin so violent it spread from her neck to ears.

“The fuck were you thinking trying to hide your beautiful face?!”

Uraraka could feel herself somehow getting even pinker.

Her boyfriend smirked and continued pressing feather light kisses on her belly, this time gentle enough to faintly tickle and keep her smiling. “And this is why I call you Pink Cheeks,” he teased in between kisses. “Fucking precious.”

The gravity girl hopelessly let out another whine at the compliment, knowing what was in store if she dared to hide her face again and wondered if it was possible to die from being flustered.

Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile!

Scenario Prompt 2: Peter has a bad day after Flash bullies him. Ned and MJ can’t let Peter be sad.

Rating: Teen

A/N: Here is #2 @itzme1762! I’m sorry it’s kinda short. Enjoy!☺️

Once again, Flash freaking Thompson was bullying Peter. Once again, Ned and MJ kicked Flash’s ass and shooed him away. However, whatever he said to Peter really offended him and took a toll. To keep Peter’s mind off of the horrible things Flash said, MJ and Ned decided to take their friend to the park for a little fresh air before they called it a day.

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