GOOD BOY

GOOD BOY

1. The mother of Hans said, whither away, Hans.
Hans answered, to Gretel.
Behave well, Hans.
Oh, I'll behave well. Good-bye, mother.
Good-bye, Hans.
I was standing in front of quite a big clothes store; the quest of getting in or stepping away drew my deliberation to somewhat a quandary. Not in need yet, but casting some glance could do no harm anyway; especially to those two beaming faces with great agreement in tunics, congenial to each other in even their gesticulations of hands tendering. "C'mon dear, new arrival for brand new a cool guy!"
Ok, in. I smiled. Of these two dispatched a nice girl to escort me in the parlor tour; she and her soft voice acutely concealed a sense of cajolery:
- What are you looking for then? Tops or bottoms?
- Undecided. - Shrugged me, confessed truthfully. - Kinda impromptu, huh.
There her eyes scintillated. Naturally professional, her tons of stylish suggestions puffed off over my head, very harmoniously with the celerity in which she pinched up a bunch of stuffs within her reach:
- Fur coat with a folded-down collar for the rouge, and dark blue for your tall manly stature. Best fit with effaced jeans and pastel beret, here take it… Oh, have you got any metal-slot belt large in width, curled-up toecap boots and twisted silver necklace?
Nearly buzzed with those rakish top-to-tail instructions, I found myself deluged in the fitting room, stuck to everything named "best fit" as if trapped by a quagmire. However, they were not of all flattery: My outlook had dramatically enhanced in accordance with my girl's acclivity of raves. No reason to retreat by any means. How dare a brand new cool guy say no for such things? Next to the mirror in which I was observing that guy, the girl chuckled so proudly.
Hans comes to Gretel. Good day, Gretel.
Good day, Hans. What do you bring that is good?
I bring nothing. I want to have something given me.
Gretel presents Hans with a needle.
Hans says, good-bye, Gretel.
Good-bye, Hans.
Hans takes the needle, sticks it into a hay-cart, and follows the cart home.
Good evening, mother.
Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?
With Gretel.
What did you take her?
Took her nothing, had something given me.
What did Gretel give you?
Gave me a needle.
Where is the needle, Hans?
Stuck it in the hay-cart.
That was ill done, Hans. You should have stuck the needle in your sleeve.
Never mind, I'll do better next time.
Having the cashier off sight, I clicked my tongue: "I'll do better next time."

2. Whither away, Hans.
To Gretel, mother.
Behave well, Hans.
Oh, I'll behave well. Good-bye, mother.
Good-bye, Hans.
Lecture hall in a tedious lesson floated to its minute ends. Ken picked out his watch to count those last seconds one by one, when on the edge to lose his temper waiting for the bell to ring he suddenly recalled something, then stroke my shoulder:
- End of the year, time for party huh?
- More like an orgy huh? With zany Maenads and kinetic Muses and sappy Mermaids huh? - Shook me, not shown a single whit of sanction.
- I got them all this Saturday night. Everyone's ready, don't you wanna stay out worshipping your celibacy? - He wiggled, so certain in anticipating my for- remonstration leap.
- Nope! - I leaped for remonstration actually. - Just not in the mood, just that.
- I doubt you have the mood. Half a claret is more than a spoonful of purgative to you. What to name that now… A befuddled devout monk huh! - His noisome laugh urged the guys around to turn back and gang him up. Neither angry nor ashamed, I vented the words without restraint:
- Right, you also got me then.
Hans comes to Gretel. Good day, Gretel.
Good day, Hans. What do you bring that is good?
I bring nothing. I want to have something given to me.
Gretel presents Hans with a knife.
Good-bye, Gretel.
Good-bye Hans.
Hans takes the knife, sticks it in his sleeve, and goes home. Good evening, mother.
Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?
With Gretel.
What did you take her?
Took her nothing, she gave me something.
What did Gretel give you?
Gave me a knife.
Where is the knife, Hans?
Stuck in my sleeve.
That's ill done, Hans, you should have put the knife in your pocket.
Never mind, will do better next time.
That night, I was shocked to my stomach, having all my livers and lungs and bowels shuffled like cards in a game. The water-of-digestion from the fountain me was trickling onto puddles hither and wither above the threshold; should it be ridiculous if my wallet and cell phone ever remain intact. What to say then but: "Will do better next time"?

3. Whither away, Hans.
To Gretel, mother.
Behave well, Hans.
Oh, I'll behave well. Good-bye, mother.
Good-bye, Hans.
My teenage sister wanted a thing in her birthday.
- Give me your car, one day only. Please!
- Give it to an amateur driver happened to touch the wheel five times recently? Have I lost my marbles?
- Please, I will let my friend drive it. He's a master in cars. Elsewhere, we cannot manage to go to the sea in other kinds of transports. Please, it is my birthday!
Some more pestering jobs with bitterly convincing justifications, she succeeded in getting what she wanted.
Hans comes to Gretel. Good day, Gretel.
Good day, Hans. What good thing do you bring.
I bring nothing. I want something given me.
Gretel presents Hans with a young goat.
Good-bye, Gretel.
Good-bye, Hans.
Hans takes the goat, ties its legs, and puts it in his pocket. When he gets home, it is suffocated.
Good evening, mother.
Good evening, Hans. Where have you been.
With Gretel.
What did you take her.
Took nothing, she gave me something.
What did Gretel give you.
She gave me a goat.
Where is the goat, Hans.
Put it in my pocket.
That was ill done, Hans, you should have put a rope round the goat's neck.
Never mind, will do better next time.
I owed it to my hap that my sister and her peers caught no accidents, no hurts or pains. Just a bill for crossing the red light and some little problem with the cops. I paid the bill, apologized the cops, then detected a relief in my car's innocence. It could not incriminate by itself. And firmly, I'll do better next time.

4. Whither away, Hans,
To Gretel, mother.
Behave well, Hans.
Oh, I'll behave well good-bye, mother.
Good-bye, Hans.
I was to be on the front of the match very soon today. Half an hour prior to the game, Theo the Captain, accosted me and whispered, all out of the blue:
- Take a pew on the reserve bench, Percy will play.
- But his leg still hurts! - I felt my heartbeat out of tune as my defense out of work.
- He could bear - Theo uttered with a high-pitch augmentation - So important the inauguration match that we must, must win. We've recounted the charge already, the team need some empirical player inasmuch as Percy is an old hand…
I said nothing, inasmuch as there was nothing left to say. Conspicuously contrite, Theo expressed a wide range of extenuation:
- You are good though; next game will be your match, ok? One for all this time!
Beat against my chest then Theo hastily returned to the rest room. For the skills Percy and me were in equal, the whole team admitted that fact; nonetheless my participation was later than his. When Percy's leg got into a malfunctioned manner, everyone had agreed to have me instead - my first game in the Varsity League ever. For Heaven's sake I granted the rights of arguing with Theo and proving my ability to the team, since what Percy outweighed me was just a matter of experience. And should they forever keep me reserve to bereave me off any chance of real experience, how come I earn those empirical hands? But…
Hans comes to Gretel. Good day, Gretel.
Good day, Hans. What good thing do you bring.
I bring nothing, I want something given to me.
Gretel presents Hans with a piece of bacon.
Good-bye, Gretel.
Good-bye, Hans.
Hans takes the bacon, ties it to a rope, and drags it away behind him. The dogs come and devour the bacon. When he gets home, he has the rope in his hand, and there is no longer anything hanging to it.
Good evening, mother.
Good evening, Hans. Where have you been.
With Gretel.
What did you take her.
I took her nothing, she gave me something.
What did Gretel give you.
Gave me a bit of bacon.
Where is the bacon, Hans.
I tied it to a rope, brought it home, dogs took it.
That was ill done, Hans, you should have carried the bacon on your head.
Never mind, will do better next time.
Drawn to nil. What if Percy's leg did not balk him against relevant chances, what if the man on the front was me, what if a thousand what ifs. No one blamed Percy, no one blamed the last-minute switch in tactics. Me either. Will do better next time.

5. Whither away, Hans.
To Gretel, mother.
Behave well, Hans.
I'll behave well. Good-bye, mother.
Good-bye, Hans.
- I told Mom that we got 24 lessons this month, you just take the whole wage then give half to me. Deal?
The 11-grade boy under my tutor had just offered an awkward contract. I taught him two lessons per week only!
- What the hell! What do you make up the money for?
- For everything! - Arrogant his sneer - I'm absent from home all day long, and the only acceptable reason is to study. No one ever cares whether I'm home, whenever my face out of vision it is accounted for school work and tutor classes. A recluse thriving for knowledge huh.
- But… 24 lessons…
- The more lessons, the more knowledge, no need worrying. - He flapped his hand - Valentine's coming, I gotta some big preparation. - And smile insightfully - You got your own as well, huh?
A little bell rang right in time as the elevator close to the lobby had reached our stage. His mother, a portly lady in luxury, stepped out to enter the room in which we had just composed a machination; she was so pleased to see us in the middle of a "knowledge discussion". Even though I hardly had enough time to gain my calm to greet her in an appropriate manner, I found no difficulty in noticing the boy's wink and canny response at all:
- 24, Mom.
No way to justify, no way to say sorry to the heap of bucks that had been instantaneously pressed against my palm without her care to recount. Another little bell rang and this portly lady had vanished behind the two wings of the elevator. The boy laughed in full swing.
Hans comes to Gretel. Good day, Gretel.
Good day, Hans. What good thing do you bring.
I bring nothing, but would have something given.
Gretel presents Hans with a calf. Good-bye, Gretel.
Good-bye, Hans.
Hans takes the calf, puts it on his head, and the calf kicks his face. Good evening, mother.
Good evening, Hans. Where have you been.
With Gretel.
What did you take her.
I took nothing, but had something given me.
What did Gretel give you.
A calf.
Where have you the calf, Hans.
I set it on my head and it kicked my face.
That was ill done, Hans, you should have led the calf, and put it in the stall.
Never mind, will do better next time.
I just got the emollient for eight lessons. Just that, as I will do better next time.

6. Whither away, Hans.
To Gretel, mother.
Behave well, Hans.
I'll behave well. Good-bye, mother.
Good-bye, Hans.
I wanted a change for my life time, a real revolution. Up to the ears fed up with those eulogies for a good boy. Nancy's offer to join her Community service was still in effect. Great idea, if only Ken hadn't intervened:
- Are you mad? No horse wanna have any saddle on his back. Where the hell you earn time for those meddlings?
- But…
- No but. Or you really wanna that icon of nerds and geeks bespectacled with laurels of halos all over their heads? Stop being that sleepwalker, or to speak in a savant way, your somnambulist!
Then he tugged me off, had never been aware there was a slight surmise encroaching my mind whose named "He needs my chauffeur service available at any time, not that he thinks on my side for my rights." But what the hell could I do? Will I do better next time?
Hans comes to Gretel. Good day, Gretel.
Good day, Hans. What good thing do you bring.
I bring nothing, but would have something given.
Gretel says to Hans, I will go with you.
Hans takes Gretel, ties her to a rope, leads her to the rack and binds her fast. Then Hans goes to his mother. Good evening, mother.
Good evening, Hans. Where have you been.
With Gretel.
What did you take her.
I took her nothing.
What did Gretel give you.
She gave me nothing, she came with me.
Where have you left Gretel.
I led her by the rope, tied her to the rack, and scattered some grass for her. That was ill done, Hans, you should have cast friendly eyes on her.
Never mind, will do better.
Hans went into the stable, cut out all the calves, and sheep's eyes, and threw them in Gretel's face. Then Gretel became angry, tore herself loose and ran away, and was no longer the bride of Hans.

Mina
Reference: Hans and Gretel Series, Fairy Tales of Brother Grim


Its my composition. Anw, im not an English native speaker, and not 20 yet, so please pardon me if it does something awkward. I need ur proofreading very much.