She was older, heavy, with hair that was greying and she walked slowly with a cane. But when a young ruffian came up and tried to be an ass toward her, the individual found that cane could still be quite an effective, painful, deterrent. No one mocked her ever again. -- Anon Guest
Birron was old enough to know better. Many grownups told him that. But he also wanted to fit in with the awesome, older kids. He was willing to do anything to get them to let him into their gang. He'd noticed that they laughed and murmured about Old Lady Rollypoly. None of them knew her name, but they knew that she was plump, old, and weird. That was reason enough to laugh.
Birron decided to run off with the huge bag she always had slung over one shoulder. It was always slipping and making her stop and readjust it so she could waddle on for a few more feet. All so it would happen again. All he needed was the right timing and a good run up.
The strap fell off her shoulder and onto her elbow. He took off, grabbing it off her arm as he passed. "Can't catch me, Rollypoly!"
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