“Yes! This thing is huge! And it’s my favorite color – Red! Oh Boy! I can’t wait to eat this thing! Should I eat it now, or should I eat it later?” His mouth was watering, contemplating when to partake of the preposterous candy. As he stood there rolling it in his sweaty hand, his little sister came up to him. “What are you looking at?” She asked quizzically. “My gum ball.” He replied dreamily. ”Ooooo, can I have one?” Suddenly the boy realized when and where he should eat it, and took off. “I want everyone to see me eat my gum ball!” He hollered, smiling wide, and ran to the spot where the neighborhood kids hung out.
“Hmmmm, school doesn’t let out for another 20 minutes,” he realized, looking at his hand-me-down watch. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.” But then he imagined their faces, when he slowly pops his bright red gum ball into his mouth. Their envious stares were worth the wait.
After 25 minutes or so there were about twenty kids organizing their play: soccer, jump rope; one group was throwing around a half-deflated football. No one seemed to notice the boy standing still, watching them. Then, suddenly all eyes were on him, as he slowly pulled the bright red gum ball from his shorts pocket, and gently placed it into his watering mouth. “Whoa! Check out the size of that gum ball! Hey kid, you have any more?!” They all began to walk closer to the boy who was chomping down on a candy too big for his mouth; red juice began running down his chin – he bashfully wiped it with his shoulder. “Nope, sworry,” he mumbled. Suddenly, the crowd began to part, and a large boy angrily approached him. “Hey. Gimme that gum ball,” the boy demanded. “Mmwhat?” The boy muttered, with a confused look. “I said gimme that.” “No.” The boy defied, about to turn away. This was not what he had planned. Without a word the large boy punched him in the stomach, and the half-chewed gum ball flew out of his mouth and into the trampled grassy field. “Ewwww!” The boy and other kids yelled, and all ran off laughing, resuming their games. The boy stood staring at the ground looking for his candy. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stopped them before a single one fell.
For some time he searched, long enough for the other kids to be gone the next time he looked up. “It’s got to be here somewhere.” He groaned. Suddenly, he heard a hundred tiny voices. “It’s over here!” Startled, he turned toward the strange sound. “Yeah, over here!” They said. A few steps to his left he saw his chewed up gum ball, covered with dirt, grass and gravel. Oddly, it seemed to jump up at him slightly. When he crouched down to pick it up, he saw a bunch of ants holding it up over their heads. “Here!” They said. He took it. “Wow. Thanks.” He managed to say. As he looked it over, he realized it was unedible and was about to throw it over his shoulder. “Wait!” The army of ants yelled. “We know where you can wash it off – follow us!” The boy, amused and curious, followed them to the edge of a small stream. He was able to wash off most of the dirt and pick out the rocks, but the grass was permanently stuck. Not caring, the boy popped it back into his mouth cold and wet, and quite satisfying.
The next day his sister woke him up in her usual way: smiling and ready to play. “David, I gotta show you something.” She whispered. Up the stairs she led him, and looking around to make sure their parents didn’t see, they went into their parent’s closet. “Look up there!” Grace whispered, pointing to the top shelf. David looked up and saw a big plastic container, full of colorful gum balls, with a bow on top and a card stuck to the side. “Christmas is in two weeks; do you think they’re for us?” Grace’s eyes were wild with excitement. Quietly, they shut the double doors to the closet and left. Every day for two weeks the siblings would secretly look in the closet, to see if the gum balls were still up there, and they were, undisturbed and quiet as a rainbow.
At long last Christmas arrived: songs were sung, prayers were prayed, presents were opened, lots of hugs and kisses were given. When lunch was finished and the house cleaned up, the kids were ready to go outside to play. As they put their shoes on, their Mom and Dad silently stood in front of them, with the container of gum balls. “Here’s one last present. It’s for both of you.” Their Dad said, smiling faintly. After tearing off the ribbon and reading the card which said, “To whom much is given, much is expected. Put these to good use.” The two jetted out the front door together. “Whats it mean?” Grace asked, mouth watering as she waited for a gum ball. “Common, I know what to do,” David said with a glimmer in his eye.
At the lot there were lots of kids, playing like usual; a couple kids had new balls, but for most of them it was just another day. David and Grace stood still with the container of colorful gum balls. “Christmas Gum Balls!” David shouted. “Single file please.” Peeped Grace. The kids came running with looks of unbelief on their faces, then smiles when they realized it was for real. One by one the kids reached in and took a ball, some greedily took two; at the end of the line was the big kid. “Take two,” David said kindly, “You’re a big guy.” The big kid lifted the corner of his mouth a little in a semi-smile and said, “You’re alright kid; come play a game with us sometime.” Then he took a couple balls and walked away. After talking to a few of the kids for a while, David and Grace turned for home; but glancing over his shoulder, David saw a toothy, crooked smile on the big kids face as he chewed.
As they walked, the siblings looked into the bucket and saw 4 gum balls left: 2 pink, 2 red, big as can be. Walking up to their parents, who were sitting on the porch swing, their Dad asked, “You put those to good use son?” David smiled with a red mouth full of gum and said, “Mmmhmm.”
The End.